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.
Drifting through in a pulsating cardinal haze. Arising with chilled nausea, I stagger into a stand. Amidst my broken consciousness I gawk, at shattered remains of a broken speculum.
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...
What Has Been Forgotten
...It is all but memory now... I once walked with you, fought by and for you.
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...
...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.
Road Of Broken Memories
...'We shall all eventually fade'... I walk this road all alone. Watching upon ever in front of me.
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.
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...