Abyss; the First

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In solitude, I dwell
With damnation of Hell
Images; black and white
Mere visions of plight
Scattered self of a broken mirror
I fall, I deplore
Blank gazes, vacant smiles
As I lie on the floor

Hollow laughter’s echoing
In these shadows, fading.
Had enough of pain?
And yet, nothing to gain.

Amused or confused?
A battle within
Forgiving, not forgetting
A virtue or a sin?

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About Rosh Von Amber

Pakistani-American. Graduated English major; Literature and Linguistics and currently a Lecturer. A smitten wife, former debater, bibliophile, passionate writer, music junkie, in love with nature and a bit of a vintage hipster.

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