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Mania and Despair
Mania feeling so bold as gold
Despair, it makes me feel old
Up up up and away with a hey
Dreary, depressive, deathly, dull day
Rapturous rhyming ramblings rule
Dire days; cold, lonesome and cruel
Each day is a waiting victory
The reality is a sad contradictory
Living life in the fast lane
A lack of action is my bane
In a wonderful world of my own
Existence is such a mournful moan
And England is full of pretty flowers
Each 'blossom' mocks my solitary hours
An entertaining nutter of hope
Locked in my room, I futilely mope
I'll gladly say that I'm mad
Truthfully; I'm just plain sad
And I'm a Demi-God you see
Of this life, I long to be free
Through it all I'm Enraptured
My heart, Oblivion has captured
Only I sit on the throne alone
Only, me, I sit here, there, alone
Despair, it makes me feel old
Up up up and away with a hey
Dreary, depressive, deathly, dull day
Rapturous rhyming ramblings rule
Dire days; cold, lonesome and cruel
Each day is a waiting victory
The reality is a sad contradictory
Living life in the fast lane
A lack of action is my bane
In a wonderful world of my own
Existence is such a mournful moan
And England is full of pretty flowers
Each 'blossom' mocks my solitary hours
An entertaining nutter of hope
Locked in my room, I futilely mope
I'll gladly say that I'm mad
Truthfully; I'm just plain sad
And I'm a Demi-God you see
Of this life, I long to be free
Through it all I'm Enraptured
My heart, Oblivion has captured
Only I sit on the throne alone
Only, me, I sit here, there, alone
Published 31st Jan 2011
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between mania and despair with such a decorative detail my dear. I have also liked your bold versus plain lines which protestively echoes their slogans.
1st Feb 2011 8:06pm
I'm glad the effest got acorss, I thought that the feature would bolster the poem.
