Thine is My Affliction

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Poetry  |  House: Booksie Classic
Such as the title entails...the marginalization of love.

Submitted: May 30, 2008

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Submitted: May 30, 2008

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Misery: thine love’s infatuation.
Alas! Frolic abate; writhe in discontent.
Rebuke not the bitterness of dejection,
Alay thy fears of solitude; lament.
Didst not thy misogyny bring grieving?
Nay, my surreptitious supplications
Inflict none but my imposed concealing.
Potent shadowing, reverberations;
A willow in a copse of conifers.
Sting do these needles on my affliction.
Limb’s undulate: rigidity’s caress.
My loving precipitates derision.
Tethered shall my soul remain, bereft;
Misconstrued plight; limbs raised, misery laughed.


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