There was a time when I used to be, well, a poet - more or less. Poetry would pour forth from me like water. Some were good (or so I was told) and some were not. Atleast one of the poems, I know, was found good enough to be published (or will be published) in a book called "The Silence Within" - an anthology of poems to be published by folks at a website called - poetry.com. The poem, named "Undead", has been listed below.
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My burden bearing I sojourned, In mortal darkness all forlorn. Death I took, mistook for life, Love I lost, befriended strife. My eyes I filled with blood, I did With heated coal my bosom filled. I laid the trap my foot ensnared, My life it died and hope despaired. Morbid nights and mirthless days, Mortal sins, infernal ways. My ways, my ways, Oh! Why assay, For dead am I undead I lay. |