Stricken With Anguish - Poem by Gerry Legister
The essence of painful embellish
hurtful whisper inflamed my heart,
stricken with severe anguish
the sense of imprisoned art.
Hesitate before tears began to fall,
when dark clouds covered my face
I feel the brevity of thunder call.
Disloyalty is dripping like foreboding ice,
Cold eyes hold sorrow above the brow
in ruin friendship lies the vanquish foes,
safe from the bruising rod below
the sentimental core of all the heroes.
Conquers with monumental victories worn
they walked around collusion walls,
stricken anguish and smitten with a frown
I am the clown unwinding through the coils.
With only a glimmer of hope.
The flavour almost smooth and snuffed out,
Crumpled anguish clambering in a loop,
where emotion rage in the fight with doubt.
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