Cloak of Desolation

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Cloak of Desolation

Foreshadow my poisonous black death;
I suffer within the mist of darkness;
My soul appeals to no man,
For I am the machine,
Of my own desolation;
Careless to say—I am nothing;
Agony and sorrow erects,
From my internal feelings,
And my internal threats;
Chronic chaos lives as my friend;
I lust after turmoil to my brain;
I prey upon my own detonation sequence;
Tick tock tick tock tick tock;
Vengeance upon haters,
Only murders the avenger,
Like slaughtered in the cold war—
Like slaughtered in the holy war—
Within the cold, dark, cloak of night;
Foreshadow my poisonous black death,
For I die within my cloak…
My cloak of desolation.

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Robert Frost (1875-1963) American Poet.

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