Notice of absence from Tristan Robert Lange
Friends, I’m doing my best to keep up with comments. 😅 I’m still current on my own poems and first replies on others’ work, but this season has been a bit of a twister. Figured I’d drop a quick note so you don’t think I’ve vanished or gone flaky.
Read. Write. Rise. Realize. 🤘💀🖤
Friends, I’m doing my best to keep up with comments. 😅 I’m still current on my own poems and first replies on others’ work, but this season has been a bit of a twister. Figured I’d drop a quick note so you don’t think I’ve vanished or gone flaky.
Read. Write. Rise. Realize. 🤘💀🖤
On the rocks I drink
The poison that I think
May lead me to numb
The pain that is done.
There is no escape
To the hell that is fate
For the unholy damned;
The garden is unmanned!
This world sucks the life
Out of all of this strife,
But it cannot stop the hate
That fills the scene this late!
The garden is colored black,
I can never, ever turn back.
This world sold out; no gain,
The dead stand preordained.
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Tristan Robert Lange (
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