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Youthful thoughts of hope serge through my veins;
Boiling and bubbling ghastly up to the strain,
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this feels like a dream, a nightmare. It takes skill to convey such an ambience. I think your title is good, too, and fits.
'entrapped in that sooty demonic pail' wow, great writing. U might edit pail to be pale, if that is the word choice you sought! Keep it up, there's great Art there! 'no gush, no voice, no diction to make others hear'
Poetry is simply a paper boat, Which keeps your soul and sanity afloat. Shane