Yiling Ding Poems

I've abandoned myself
to the dark and cold winters
of desperate struggle.
...

In the lonely places
of my heart,
a wretched fire burns,
all agony.
...

I can't tell if I'm
angry or sad, this
volcano that is
erupting. I am
...

In the face of an anger
that I can do nothing to ease,
and all the black hatred
directed straight towards me;
...

Some people's hands
are smaller than mine.

Sometimes, she picks mine up
...

Lost and deluded
The babe is chained
in her clay coffin
Overly large,
...

I have
smooth white skin.
Like
a porcelain child,
...

Nostalgic music
Iridescent bubbles of sound
drawing a fluid past from
the deepest wells of memory.
...

What am I waiting for?
in this dark house?
The lights are all off
and the ticktack of
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Sometimes the empty night can get
far too overwhelming
The loneliness envelops me
devours me
...