Melancholy in the song of despair by Keith D Allison The crestfallen so long ago from the sting of the black widows bite being consumed in the winds of the desert in that black march of time the last drop of water marching to eternal rest no longer kept in its emptiness 07/11/2006 Posted on 07/11/2006 Copyright © 2024 Keith D Allison Member Comments on this Poem Posted by Gregory O'Neill on 07/13/06 at 04:35 AM Hi Keith. Even in the desert, with no water, and injured...the possibilities are amazing! Posted by Chris Sorrenti on 07/15/06 at 02:46 PM Text well reflective of its title Keith. I've found myself easily relating to this one. Return to the Previous Page   pathetic.org Version 7.3.2 May 2004 Terms and Conditions of Use 0 member(s) and 2 visitor(s) online All works Copyright © 2024 their respective authors. Page Generated In 0 Second(s)