A 3-D Object In 2-D
D Dónall Dempsey
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Lost in the fog
of my great expectations
I sit
motionless...emotionless
like a wretched
Punk Gothic
Miss Havesham
dressed in the rags
of what might have been
& what
...wasn’t.
My heart
a hurt
I nurse
grief greedy
as a suckling child
clasped upon
my breast
eating it’s way through to my heart.
Chained by the cobwebs
of loneliness
to this
sorrow
this
grief
that won’t be
assuaged.
A mirror
captures my reflection.
An animal
I howl.
The moon disowns me.
Eaten alive
by candlelight
& shadow
the flames
inviting me
to dance
once again.
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