Ode To The Hollow Bastion Within

Take part of the darkest of fruits and see me lose my mind.
My spirit has found repose in Angst's bosom.

Will no one save me from the bludgeoning of this life?

Why am I so angry? Where is the cause? it is hiding deep within me.
My heart cannot see it's face, and mirrors don't work in the depths of darkness.

Why do I feel so empty? I wish nothingness was more discreet.
I'm tired of pretending; where is my redemption? Here, yes, but where?

Why must clouds veil mountains? Ironic, mountains are so much bigger too. But even clouds have their Mountains I suppose.

poem by Soren Valentine
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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