A Feast That Festers

Tristan Robert Lange


Notice of absence from Tristan Robert Lange
Life is full of seasons. This is a season of transition for me, where I will be moving with my family to a new location. As such, with much logistics to consider, I am doing my best to keep up. Please know if I accidentally don't respond, it is not because I am ghosting or becoming distant. Once things settle after the move, I am sure life will return to some normalcy. In the meantime, and always:

Read 👓, Write ✍️, Rise 🌅, Realize 🤯.

Tristan 🌹🖤🙏🕯️🐦‍⬛

Sleepless nights in the valley,
Deep in the chasm of life,
Walks a shadow, a ghost,
A being lost in the strife.

No hope and deeply wounded,
Not a prayer, not a chance.
The wraith grows bitter
As he continues on the dance.

Who will save the darkness?
A black hole, he absorbs the light.
He has become another monster
So feast your eyes in your fright.

Anxious knots of desperation;
Bleeding, ulcerous, cancerous pain.
The phantom stays a shadow;
He feasts on your fiery disdain.

  • Author: Tristan Robert Lange (Offline Offline)
  • Published: December 25th, 2017 22:02
  • Category: Unclassified
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