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Mortal Sorrow
SA (15, May - 1987 / )

Mortal Sorrow

Poem By Shanto Armonde

I sit in waiting,
To be purged of the poison
Of mortal sorrow that snakes
Through my weary veins.

Slowly consuming
My very humanity.
The emptiness manifests

But before long
The ominous clouds of an
Impending tempest obscures
The heavenly rays.

I see the skies close
Before my desperate sight,
As all hopes of redemption
Are lost forever.

A stray tear grazes
My dry, unforgiven face.
Cries of grief go unheeded,
And rescue recedes.

Broken and beaten,
I surrender my lost soul,
And cast my hopes upon those
Dark tides of despair.

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