My first shot at writing a poem again in a while. There are some references to Dante's Inferno, but it should still make sense.
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The desolation of unknown space chokes me.
Dense black fog fills my lungs;
poisons my blood with sorrow.
In that deep, dark ice
the faceless souls with twisted mouths
beg me for a mercy I cannot bring.
I throw myself to my knees
to escape the spiralling winds
whipping around my mortal frame,
carrying those that substitute reason
for primal desire like autumn leaves.
All I can do is weep, and hope my pity
is a worthy alternative
for a mercy they will never find.
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Any feedback is appreciated.
-Nick



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