A plethora of paths
before him, dubitation
stayed his stride;
in remorseful torpidity
he could only watch, as
fear always tread in his stead
art: Last Self Portrait as a Dying Man by Théodore Géricault
Plethora
A plethora of paths
before him, dubitation
stayed his stride;
in remorseful torpidity
he could only watch, as
fear always tread in his stead
art: Last Self Portrait as a Dying Man by Théodore Géricault
Your poetry is a great way for me to learn new vocabulary. Thank you!
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At least it’s good for something /:
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Common sentiment of the struggling poet. I would know.
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