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My patience will kill you.

by Dorian Black

All thy fear abandon
In yonder disregard;
Nay is it relevant
If pasts are riddled with scars.

Abort consciousness
Of seldom won wars;
Naught is lost
If it's behind hindered doors.

Deny thy vengeance
And bitter tastes of pride;
Our foes doth win
Until greater flame has died.

Faster doth Death
Rap upon thine door
Of candles lit brighter,
Whom always seek more.

02/02/2012

Posted on 02/02/2012
Copyright © 2025 Dorian Black

Member Comments on this Poem
Posted by Shannon McEwen on 02/03/12 at 08:29 PM

I particularly love Stanza 3

Posted by Kara Hayostek on 03/05/12 at 12:53 AM

Interesting, I've never read anything like this here before...I liked the last stanza, so true.

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