Feeling down and alone. No big deal though.

The Catacomb waltz

I sigh in this world too much, too often

I cannot approve of the worldly engine

that drives me and you, and all the others

to ruin;

I fail to see beauty prevail.

Marching, not walking, kicking, falling

the gravel is heavy, my hands are dirty,

my feet are like asphalt, my head is dying;

forgive me oh Lord

for not responding.

To lose is to gain some

perspective, experience

so what if I die today, I'v witnessed

the sorrow, the sorrow of being alive

when nobody else wants to dance

Poetry by Ivan R
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Written on 2017-03-31 at 20:20

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Sweet. Love it. 'Nuff said.

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I agree with Ashe. This is a grimly intense poem. You have produced something quite fine.

A very melancholy write. It's almost frightening in its intensity.