A Poets Tragedy

Timothy Berman
Nothing.
A shadow whispers.
An immortal phrase, presupposing.
To be or not to be, that is the question. Shakespearean tragedy.
An answer shadowing in unforgiving mockery.
Nothing: A wasteland. Desolation, darkness, solitary confinement, a state of hopelessness.
A desert. Scorching heat; reminiscence of a motionless sea. Dunes intimately kissing unforgiving horizons, seducing valleys - desolate beauty her adulterous affair.

Soulful cry - mourning death, awakened despair.
Unwanted specter, phantom haunting.

Loneliness.
Talons gripping - hostile, unforgiving.
Unquenchable.
Shakespeare's ghost - haunting.

Somebody.
Somebody, shadowy whisper.
Silence. Heavy cloak - suffocating, death breeding desolation.
Original Sin, condemnation.
Leprosy, demonic - fallen angel.

Nothing.
Nothing.
Redemptive grace, thrice denied.
Son of perdition, purgatory.
Suicidal - Grotesque, masquerade - Angel of Death, chariot my soul away

Published by Timothy Berman

A Writer and Blogger who resides in the Pacific Northwest. Currently studying for a degree in Communications, actively seeking employment, developing and looking to launch a magazine publication for Short Fi...  View profile

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