It's not always fun, this
beast we chain ourselves to.
An abyss,
not to be overly dramatic,
However, please don't dismiss.
This.
This manifold throughway of kosmik conversation.
This not-so-subtle subtext salivating sorrow somnolently.
This perpetual self-imposed duty.
This.
Because?
There is nothing.
Else?
There isn't.
There is This.
Indecipherable to pity filled,
ignored by the best and worst alike.
This, that so much be staked upon,
baffles.
Enigmatically magnetic.
Gifting woes, wishes,
and in-betweens.
Tis all that is, This.
Haunted be the day
This exceeds grasp and reach,
Ego eclipsed.
Rendering dark
the signature expression...
This
STAI LEGGENDO
pitiful ponderings
PoesiaOngoing anthology of poems, dialogue, silly musings and excerpts from a forthcoming project currently in the works. Entries are all written either by, about, or from the point-of-view of characters from said project. An ambiguous (ambitious) prologu...
