Gloom Poem by Saul Palti
Gloom
The hollow drollery of sick ridden
bidden well then paused and laden
down from happy thoughts which subside
deep under cover and all that hide
where was she other than well rapt
sleeping from the birds wide inapt
all that conquer the useable swallow
the drunken fight that is hollow
and this rant was incline but over
some fool dreary and hollow
is this the waiting arms hold
as the night begins to unfold
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