A Poet That Does Not Rhyme

Dorian Dark

Behind this pleasant portrait lies such exquisite sin.


A mask of time melting tears of ice, shifting shape by moon.


Discovering loneliness alone, my life in a box amongst a trove of sorrow forlorn.


My title unbeknown to me, unable to speak my name.
My skin is not my own, yet I wish to be another.


To claim a pain as woeful as I, therein my chest lays bare.
Shivered, living rot am I, paint that shall never cure.


The halls of my mind are a maddening find.
There being no door out, being there a face of haunting.


If my heart be half, my mind alike, and my soul.
What else, what else than this melancholy horror.


For what is as sombre than a poet that does not rhyme.

  • Author: Dorian Dark (Offline Offline)
  • Published: October 8th, 2017 20:25
  • Category: Sad
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  • Gary Edward Geraci

    Many will relate as such is the fate of secular nihilism. There's always a way out though ..."The Light Shines On In The Darkness: Transforming Suffering through Faith" by Robert Spitzer, S.J., Ph.D. and check NAMI if it gets too thick...,

    • Dorian Dark

      I greatly appreciate advice Gary. Robert Spitzer's book intrigues me, especially from his almost autobiographical opening. In England we unfortunately don't have something like NAMI, but I've acknowledged my curses. Nihilism partly appeals in some aspects, such as the philosophical approach. I'd consider myself having too much belief in life, rather than a lack of belief, which in a sense brings, for me at least, disappointment. Thanks again for the advice Gary, this has definitely given me much thought for today.

    • Gary Edward Geraci

      You’re quite welcome Dorian. I’m pleased, to say the least, to see that you actually ventured into Spitzer’s work after such short notice. I’ve been fortunate, thus far, in that I can read myself out of the most dreadful bouts of depression; even more effective (as of late) if such literature can be consumed while simultaneously pedaling on an elliptical exercise machine. You are a gifted writer my friend - please stay with it at all costs.

      • Dorian Dark

        Always open-minded, very much into my books as well. Let paper & pen cure what medicine cannot. Many thanks!



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