Biography of Morgan Siegel
I begin poetry, at mid-late 2012
Morgan Siegel Poems
The Plague Doctor
Out in night, counting out the mites. Lingers the dead-corrupt doctor. Traveller and a traitor. Hunter and a curer.
A Shore Upon Blood
...Crimson shades belittle the tone... As I stand I feel... erased. erased from mind.
When I saw you... Looking into your green lifeless eyes. My heart broke into forever...
The Stairway To Purgatory
...Breaths of cold dust... As I walk these halls... I see only asylum. Dank hovels occupied by the Forgotten.
...I've come to accept it... Voice grow louder, madder and madder. Whispers get angrier, louder and louder.
An Occulted Flux
...Nobody knows, not even if they want to... I stand upon cold pavement. Black and rough... like my heart.
As Long As It Takes
...I stand above, not that far... I step down, my eyes gone crimson. I crash to the floor, my tears creating a puddle.
The End Of The Barrel
...Cold and hard, but dangerous none the less... I sit alone holding my depart in my hands. My bed no longer provides comfort.
Stand At The Edge
...I see the traffic, and pedestrian... I stand at the threshold, peering down. Icy wind chills my already cold blood...
Love, Regret, & Resolution
...My heart weeps for what I have done... Everytime I saw you, you gave me a sweet smile. I could not help but return it...
...Save yourself, leave me... Sorrow has clouded my fragile soul. I can take this no more...
March Of The Damned
...Hear, hear the War drums beat... *BOOM, BOOM, BOOM* bellow the drums. They're roar forever beckons me.
Claws, Teeth & Blood
...RUN! RUN FOR THE HILLS! ! ... I am teetering, bordering upon the darker side. Anger is not, Rage shall not, Fury never will.
Tomorrow Cannot Come Sooner
...Time feeds off us all... Once upon a time, my pain was once gone. But it seems to seep back.
Tears For Us All
...I have done so much, most of it heartache...
I take her hands in mine, we look deeply within each other.
She whispers to me, 'Go baby, it'll be okay.' we both smile.
We gently kiss, we pull away, I pick up my stuff.
I see all is well, until she turns away withdrawing.
She softly cries, I lower my head, and keep walking...
...Baby I am sorry, please forgive me...