Eternal Cries Poem by Wayne Leon Learmond

Eternal
Cries


The all-consuming dark -
like the night -
swallows my soul
with her breath
and her bite

Drowning yet drowning
the pit that's the hole
Taking my spirit
my body and soul

No end to the fall
I descend into madness
Tossing and turning
Burning in sadness

Screaming in pain
yet the pain won't release
My fear and the turmoil
of descending deceased

Into the pit
of my own special making
Eternal damnation
is where I be taken

to follow the demons
of Hell that reside
tormented forever
the devils that cry

are nothing
compared to my
tears you see

Slash of my wrists
and I thought
I'd be free

of the pain
and the sorrow
that took me away

from the world
of the living
to a world of decay

As within the pit
the darkness resides
alongisde with me
and eternal cries.



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Wayne Leon Learmond
Eternal Cries
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