Vertical Venom

Sopping
Hopelessness,
Aversion
Trickles with
Temptation of
Endangerment
Reaping an
End:
Death. A

Devoured,
Embargoed
Spirit
Trembles,
Inhaling the
Throes of the
Undulating
Tide,
Enveloped in

Doom.
Evil,
Churning an
Abject
Darkness, is
Emanating
Nothingness
Crushing
Everything. A

Purging
Obliteration
Infects
Sensation
Overall,
Nullifying
Optimism,
Undermining the
Self

And yet...
Hmm...

And yet
Not all is lost
Thankfully,
Illumination
Detoxifies.
Oblation and
Trust
Encourage
Sanctification

- Written in August 2010

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If you understand this poem right from the start, then, well done! I'm surprised at your ability to interpret one of my personal stories, about which I have told you nothing.

If this poem left you feeling confused, that's ok. Poems often do that.

Now, if you'd like me to give some explanation, at least about why it is structured the way that it is... I'll include that below the jump break.