Rodin

A Poem by Hugh Oliver

Knee on chin, head in hands

Balled and round

A mind six feet under ground

Desperate Despair

Isolated and wrought.

Darkened hope

A lengthy rope

A choke, splutter, then final croak

An empty shell,

Decaying smell,

An end to unrelenting hell

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Added on January 3, 2014
Last Updated on February 11, 2014