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.
Friday, August 5, 2011
Topic(s) of this poem: goodbye
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8/7/2026 6:19:37 AM # rel_20260806T081513Z_580e7f4
It's great stuff. It's beautifully descriptive and slightly comical. It's a very nice poem.