Deep Dark Contemplation


Fading in the darkness,

Of a depth I don't understand,

Are you going to lend a helping hand,

Or join the wagon band,

And pull me to the dirty ground,

I hear a screaming sound,

That's enveloping and round,

Bound to the isolation,

In deep dark contemplation,

Through lack of communication,

And sheer trepidation!

My brain is put into dissection,

Will you manifest a decent resurrection?

Or conjure a continuing battle of mere mutilation!


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