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Woe to the men whose

hearts dangle on heaven's brink

snapped necks strung by a noose

hovering in limbo never to rise nor sink

Oh

how they; how I; long for the light of bliss

or even the wretched sting of sorrow

as it drags blades 'cross my wrists

Author's Note

Well, since I haven't posted a poem in a couple days due to lack of motivation; I thought I'd force whatever in me out through the pen. Not too satisfied with this . . .

Reviews

[Rebecca K Pavia]

Oh, I don't know why you aren't happy with this, I love it. Really got me thinking. This one will stay with me today I think.

[Baby Ricochet]

Bro I was about to PM you and ask what was up. I need my Tai poem man. "Snapped necks strung by a noose hovering in limbo never to rise nor sink" Oh that's the stuff.
The last two lines are classic Tia too. I like it.

[Tai Ryens]

Considering I have been busy repeatedly reading the Inferno Canto; I'd say that would be a normal thought of mine so far . . .

[Anne Timmins]

It's certainly not a bad poem. I'd perhaps, if it was me, try it without the rhymes