Poetry: I Will Languish

My heart has these many dwellings
such dead cold cautionary tales
long disregarded and condemned.

And then there is this secret palace
eclipsing all true loves desolation
where deep resides your essence.

A rapture of all your many graces
this mansion of your many riches
this residence of many memories.

And then there is your portrait it
hangs formidably in the great hall
duchess over all these dominions.

Oh how grand is this stellar view
how lovely in its awesome repose
mute witness to all my sad despair.

My heart has these many dwellings
but to only one loving abode do I go
to one haven where I will always be.

Portrait of all my heart’s affections
my desperate insanity’s sweet relief
where I will yet languish evermore.

Your glance follows my every step
as smoky embers hotly choke me
as I tend to sorrow’s dying flames.

I die willingly over and over again.
entombing myself so I may forever
remain in these hallowed silent halls.


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