Notice of absence from Tristan Robert Lange
I am lagging slightly in my responses to comments on my poems due to a crazy schedule. I will be catching up on them soon. I have read them all and will find the time to respond, but did not want you to think I was ghosting. In the meantime, and always:
Read, Write, Rise, Realize.
Tristan 🌹🖤🙏🕯️🐦⬛
I am lagging slightly in my responses to comments on my poems due to a crazy schedule. I will be catching up on them soon. I have read them all and will find the time to respond, but did not want you to think I was ghosting. In the meantime, and always:
Read, Write, Rise, Realize.
Tristan 🌹🖤🙏🕯️🐦⬛
Here I am again,
Awake and alone,
Left to ponder life's mysteries.
But what do I really know?
The cold night air
Cuts my flesh like a knife.
The blood letting begins
In crystallized, jagged shards.
To be warm again,
To feel warmth's embrace,
To share in the mysteries
Of all that is and ever was.
I am but flesh and blood,
A man, if I can be called that,
A mortal coil, frail and fragile.
I am death's surly smile.
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Tristan Robert Lange (
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