THE hopes that allured me
To cope with the worst,
At length have secured me
The tortures accurst,
Of fever and grief,
And frenzy-in brief
Ills-ills from which Death is the only relief.
But Titan-like lieth
My soul in her chains-
Hourly she sigheth,
The answer she gains,
But adds night and day
To pain and dismay-
'Tis the scream of the vulture despair at his prey.
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Joseph Skipsey
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Poem topics: death, despair, grief, night, pain, scream, soul, answer, worst, relief, fever, Valentine's Day, Print This Poem , Rhyme Scheme
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