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 🌑🖋️🧠🛤️
Melancholy mixed with misanthropy,
A lethal combination downed
Like opiates and alcohol;
I convulse violently inside.
The sadness numbs my senses,
Causing me to ignore the blows
That are injurious to me,
Like the striking of a viper.
Comparisons to another,
Do you not know me,
Do you think I am that?
The day's bitter end awaits.
The apathy spreads rampant,
Masking the animus I contain,
Hiding the bête noir from me,
Until all I see is my own reflection.
-
Author:
Tristan Robert Lange (
Offline) - Published: March 12th, 2017 00:39
- Category: Unclassified
- Views: 24
- Users favorite of this poem: niallprideaux
Offline)
Comments3
Good write😊
Thank you!
Good write. We all wear masks for different occasons.
Thanks! Indeed we do!
Seems more than bête noir. C'est dommage. Nicely done.
Merci beaucoup, bon monsieur!
To be able to comment and rate this poem, you must be registered. Register here or if you are already registered, login here.