I stand in a pit filled to the brim,
With the nectar of sorrows simmering dim,
I am warm in icy cold dews of distaste,
Lost , alone, I crave for that endless mist
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Author:
Kiri Noa (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: January 30th, 2026 14:41
- Comment from author about the poem: Unrequited love
- Category: Love
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Comments2
This sounds like a mental hell and pit for the conscience well done
When you go that far down, there's only up.
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