Monday, January 13, 2014


Through her dark and brooding eyes
I see the world
Dull and dreary

Through her sad and tear-filled eyes
I see the world
Putrid and corrupt
No hope
For the weary

Through her glum and angry eyes
I see the world
An ever grim
And taxing journey

Through her eyes
I no longer want to see
The world
As black as death
Diseased and gangrened
An age of infirmity

There has to be more
To life
Doom and gloom
Hell and damnation
A viral malady

There has to be
More to life
Than the constant
State of melancholy

Copyright © Allene Angelica 2014

*Allene Angelica*
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