This is my greatest inequity
My isolated perseverance
The essence of my insanity
This is my deliverance
The dwindling whispers of love's enigmas
Are not in the obscurity of life's hopeful light
But are placed safely in the clearness of the dark's dogmas
These beliefs are held sacred in the oblivion of the night
My soul is a sweet pandemonium
AN extravagant and grandeur paradox
That is incarcerated in an infernal asylum
My own imprisonment is my dementia praecox
That was the end of the poem originally, I guess I didn't realize I needed more words, so here is some more nouns and verbs.
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Joseph McCall
Start writing...i prefer to right poetry but i aspire to write full novels i need money to go to college for creative writing to pursue my talents
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