11/1/10

Arduous Existence

Space-less silence monumental shouts

Deceptive dreams, all give clouts

To the unearthly souls

Perfectly packed and parceled

In weak bodies that look stout.



 Cobweb of life with a spider hung

Dishevels intellect, as if stung

By a cold-hearted serpentine.

unable to think, act, or rise

Yet alive with a throttled mind.

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