Poem -
Melancholy
Like 2 Pin it 0Forlorn I wander in the rain,
Through caliginous sod and mired stone,
In flee of quarell & needless pain,
To lay up on a slab atone.Abated happenstance, I lay succumbed,
Repenting poignant days of past,
Lacking breath n moribund,Β
T'was always borrowed & never meant to last.
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wow it's a shame to read such a spectacular poem and the lack of comments here