Notice of absence from Tristan Robert Lange
Hey friends, just a quick heads-up—I’m traveling with family the next several days and won’t be on consistently. I’ll check in when I can, but responses may be delayed. Appreciate the patience and support. I’ll be back soon. In the meantime:
Read 🤓 Write ✍️ Rock! 🤘🎸
—Tristan 🌑🖋️🧠🛤️
Hey friends, just a quick heads-up—I’m traveling with family the next several days and won’t be on consistently. I’ll check in when I can, but responses may be delayed. Appreciate the patience and support. I’ll be back soon. In the meantime:
Read 🤓 Write ✍️ Rock! 🤘🎸
—Tristan 🌑🖋️🧠🛤️
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.
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Tristan Robert Lange (
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Comments1
Well written excellent write
Thank you so much! 🙂
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