"A Desolate" - Writers Block Poetry Contest Week 3

in #twbpoetrycontest • 7 years ago (edited)

Distressful days of delirious vile
Agonises his mind, his spluttering mind
Muttering muddled murmurs of misery.

Twined with this black ivy clenching,
This disease ridden, pluke bubbling vine,
It swaddles this mind of mine.

Been confined in here like no rest
Isolated and cold, bloody and weary
This tortured life hurts oh so dearly.

A Desolate, devoid of hope.
Tomorrow, a silhouette under rope.

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