Unravelled World - Poem by Jack Ashenden
Hanging pon our darkest thought, the beast doth wait -
it's presence with our being a fearful thought.
Love seems the way to flee this evil trait
yet far to often, we are often caught.
Your heart jumps from beat to beat as you feel
nothing you thought you knew, is truly there.
Damnation, a living hell, yet unreal
it makes some wonder. Why do you still care?
I knew I had a better love than this,
or so it seemed till the terrible tears
ripped apart my unholy soul. A kiss
seeps through me, leaving but a gaping sphere.
Could it be that my love was but a thought
and in dying once, what have I been taught?
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