Lost

Within this solitude I hear but one sound,
It's chastisement beckons multiples of anguish, wrought from insecurity's vile anvil.
Plagued by the wrath brought down by the hammer of Sisyphus,
No end do I see, for I am blinded by the one light known to guide my way.
Not yet forlorn, my languid mind begs for mercy,
But, my cries go unheeded, my probity drowning in my petulant tears.
Unshaken emotions, wrenched from a body frailed from desire,
Unleash their pestilence amidst a sanguine repression brought out in the name of love.


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