Loveless Existence

A loveless existence
Buried beneath this earth
A forgotten soul 
For what it’s worth 
Decaying by the second
Soon to disappear
Never stood a chance
The embodiment of fear
Surrounded by desolation
And overwhelming dread
An endless hunger for passion
That was never fed
Trapped by inadequacy
Tortured by doubt
If given another chance
Would choose a different route
Continually haunted 
By the memories of regret
The pungency of solitude
Was always a safe bet
A prisoner of my own making
Stuck in this confined space
My reward for inaction 
And a life without grace 
Dennis Earl
Hamilton, Ontario, Canada
Sunday, November 15, 2009
2:15 p.m. 
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It used to be the hot seat
But it hasn’t been warm in weeks
The source of articulation
Moves so slowly it creaks 
A blank stare into nothingness
Precious moments slipping away
Desired creativity
Difficult to convey
Searching for replacements
For my stillborn thoughts 
A preferable idea
To untangling all the knots
Stuck at the starting point
Mentally squeezed
Impatient readers
Are hardly pleased 
Grasping for vivid language
Through a voice in which to speak
So many excuses
Not one of them unique 
Listless and stubborn
Incapacitated by doubt
Nothing’s ever good enough
Throw it all out 
Dennis Earl
Hamilton, Ontario, Canada
Tuesday, November 10, 2009
1:23 a.m 
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