Death of Souls

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    This was the first poem I've ever written. I was 9 years old.

    Death of Souls

     Drunk from nocturnal madness
    Alone in cold darkness
    I die a tormented death
    The bells of hell call me, yet I linger still

    The jester of mercy is sent from my sight
    For I now tread on paths of doom 
    Distraught due to my impending tragedy
    I sink; subsiding unto damnation

    Never to feel the warmth of day again
    The blood of my soul spills running down my spirit
    Sinking to depths of darkness untold
    Never am I to rise again
     

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    Poetry is not a turning loose of emotion, but an escape from emotion.

    T. S. Eliot (1888-1965) American-English poet and playwright.

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