A Misanthrope's Lament

Tristan Robert Lange

Thy vision is my disdain.
Not by yonder route's way
Canst I escape the terrain;
The sky is an ominous gray.

Endless pangs of degradation,
This enclosure is harrowing.
I am lacking in supplication
And stricken by a hollowing.

Despair looms in the air.
In misanthropic throes
The jaws of disgust are bare;
I am beset by cursed woes.

Naught is rendered to gain,
And loss becomes my kin.
Thy words become a stain,
To the innocent child within.

  • Author: Tristan Robert Lange (Offline Offline)
  • Published: February 16th, 2017 00:28
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  • Tony36

    Well written excellent write



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