Angelica St. Darke
Angelica St. Darke Poems
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- Acquiescence He sits alone, a lost soul, long since detached ...
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Random ramblings and inspired imagination by me 'Angelica St. Darke' exploring my new-found passion for writing poetry.
I love to let my mind run wild. I find writing an amazing way to relax and escape from the reality for a while.
I may appear bemused and overwhelmed at times but luckily my enthusiastic optimism drives me to be the fanatical fantasist that I am! more »
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He sits alone, a lost soul, long since detached from society.
Welcoming the darkness to hide in its shadows.
Clinging to the fringes of sanity.
Destroyed by endless pressures he watches as the walls edge closer in,
Slowly at first, increasing rapidly with each shallow gasp for air.
Battered outstretched arms an attempt to resist the now inevitable blow.
Relentless submission becomes apparent once more.