Nightshade Poem, by Tristan Robert Lange, at My poetic side

In inky skies I like to wade

Upon drinking in the night’s shade

While all of my pain—past memories—fade,

And all drama, herein, I have forbade

As I dig out my dirt bed with a spade.

Some may think that is really not well played,

But I’d rather lie with worms than with jade.

For, despite what we call life, death has stayed

Omnipresent no matter where we’ve laid,

No matter what in hell we all have prayed.

Gushing through the sky’s downhill grade

I want my identity—frayed—

To fragment together, not flayed,

But pixels forming a lush glade

Where I can never be betrayed.

Comments +

sorenbarrett March 31st, 2025 09:31
It has been a long time since I have tried to write a poem where all the last words of each line rhymed. You have done well in this venture my friend. Nicely done.
arqios March 31st, 2025 09:35
The opening lines reminded me of belladonna nightshade, shivers🙏🏻🕊️

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