“Heaven has no rage like love to hatred turned, nor hell a fury like a woman scorned.” William Congreve



Another spoke on your wheel,

I’m so faded, Lost my appeal,

A shattered window,

On your revolving door,

A piece of your puzzle,


So forsake me,

Gamble my heart,

With loaded dice,

A waste of time,

A most noble sacrifice.

© Nicole Corbin


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  1. #1 by ddog13 on January 28, 2013 - 3:44 am

    Favorite one yet. Awesome job on this one. Nevermore brings me back to the Raven and makes the poem even darker.

    • #2 by twistofamillennia on January 29, 2013 - 3:04 am

      Thank you so much! Funny thing is while writing it I didn’t mean to reference the Raven it just came out that way, which is awesome because I love Edgar Allan Poe’s work. 🙂

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