A Goth's Lament In Summertime Poem by Jacob Coleman

A Goth's Lament In Summertime



Take off that shroud and
tell your demon friends,
“Adieu, goodbye, and
good riddens.” Make mends
with reality,
my Gothic Princess;
Ditch brutality
and wear the best dress
Love has to offer.
All that you desire,
Key in a coffer
Of burning fire,
Is within Sun’s reach.
Goodbye worm.
Goodbye leach.

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Nick Lennert 06 August 2011

It's great stuff. It's beautifully descriptive and slightly comical. It's a very nice poem.

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