Impression Of One Wronged By All Poem by james watkin

Impression Of One Wronged By All



Against this dark visage of cloud
Absorbed, entire, of it
A brooding darkness; irreversibly.
Sullen bile; every bit!

Who's tears, this violent day, now mixed with.
A day-long wailing rain!
That flashing across, intermittently
Shows up its world-disdain.

Friday, August 12, 2022
Topic(s) of this poem: despair
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james watkin

james watkin

Melbourne Australia
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