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Dolore Eterno
by Timothy WilsonI was born in the heart of suffering
One cry from implosion two steps from the edge of mania
I danced in misery under the puppeteer’s free will
Cut the strings only to find the same
One day I broke free from gravity
I let the force of the tilted spinning sphere sling me into chaos
I put my fate in the hands of the devil and wished him every pleasure
Spinning out of control in a free fall towards death
I strapped myself with armor
To fight my inner everything
Plunged deep introspectively
Dove into me
I poked and prodded I blindly dissected
Only to find the same
Dolore eterno
I am the walking dead
03/16/2011 Posted on 03/17/2011
Copyright © 2025 Timothy Wilson
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Alison McKenzie on 03/17/11 at 03:28 AM Well, better to not get too attached to the body anyhow...you can't take it with you (so they say). |
| Posted by Quentin S Clingerman on 03/20/11 at 06:53 PM Provocative, depressive, both traumatic and dramatic! |
| Posted by Mo Couts on 07/21/11 at 03:09 AM Ditto what the 2 above me said; this is VERY thought provoking. |
| Posted by Philip F De Pinto on 12/27/12 at 01:19 PM I think all poets feel this dolore eterno. if they didn't they would writing jingles in lieu of poetry. |
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