Anthony Charles King
The Frugal Repast - Poem by Anthony Charles King
art is the offspring of sadness and suffering
...the beaten beggar
all of us...in the throes of joyless and hopeless love...
..the undoing of soul!
the livid pallor of flesh
...our muse.....has become....a formless shadow..
..us of open-eyed blindness
we are prisonners of a solitude that encloses us
...like the stranglehold of our own arms..
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