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A Wasted Illness

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Through vaults of pain,
Enribbed and wrought with groins of ghastliness,
I passed, and garish spectres moved my brain
   To dire distress.

   And hammerings,
And quakes, and shoots, and stifling hotness, blent
With webby waxing things and waning things
   As on I went.
   "Where lies the end
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Jeanie Leyba 03 July 2016
Beautiful! Very emotional and creative
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It is a painful experience to face so much pain and felt it.
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Ratnakar Mandlik 03 July 2016
Confrontation with death visualized, while suffering, in this meaningful, beautifully crafted and thought provoking poem. Thanks for sharing it here.
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Edward Kofi Louis 03 July 2016
Where lies the end? Thanks for sharing this poem with us.
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Maressa Zahra 11 March 2005
I have read and examined quite throughly Hardy's novel 'Tess of the D'Urbervilles' and I find this poem very much apt to certain parts of the book. I strongly commend - both the novel and the poem - to be read searchingly.
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