The Nadir Of Abhorrence

The Nadir Of Abhorrence short poem

Light, with an unclear vow of dragging me out of my inner demons, came,
I, with a yearning eye embraced it, eliminating the notion of it, being a crooked game.
The demons that swirl inside me, and the humble whisperings of the light warriors,
Amalgamate to form an intense whisper of love, and beauty’s prayers.
My eyes have sunk to the nadir of pain, pleasure, darkness, and vexation:
My soul has ascended to the higher realms, still searching the source of this perplexation.
Regrettably, it brings a news; high and clear
I am alive, fortunately, elusive is the fear.

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Abhorrence

Abhorrence prose poem

The room was dark, creepy, full of dirt, in which I sat with absolutely no mirth. The door creaked open, and in he came, with a flame in his eyes, a flame not of love, but a flame that I