Disappointment
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The Widowed Writer
Sadness isThe bitterness in her bonesThe dark embersGlowering in her soul The darknessIn her empty eyesThe merciless pitBurrowing inside It is the fake laughAnd that fake smileThe eternal prisonHer handpicked trial It is the weightThat holds her backIt is the veilThat drapes her in black It is the burdenThat cannot be sharedThe secret hurtsOf which nobody cares It is the… Continue reading
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The Bitter Crowning
The prince honoured blameWith a throne seatHeld on to grudgesAnd to the bitterness of defeat He had been wrongedAnd it had to be acknowledgedBut he used it as an excuseInstead of using his courage So he crowned bitternessAs the chief emotionHe revelled in itAnd drank its poison It rotted his worldAnd stagnated his dreamsAnd he realised that thisWould… Continue reading
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They Still Don’t Understand
I don’t knowWhat more to doTo explain to peopleWhat I go through I have written poemsOf light and darkTo show the battleThat goes on in this heart I have revealedPulled back the curtainOf how writingMakes vague emotions certain How it turns wisps of cloudsInto blocks of stoneSo I can break them downAnd move them on But still they don’t… Continue reading
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The Darkness and The Light
Can you see it? The darkness and the light? The falling feathers Of a bird learning to fly The shattered fragments Of a slashed mirror As a princess learns She was meant to be a warrior The trailing smoke Of a secret fire As a so-called friend Is shown to be a liar Do you… Continue reading
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Abandoned Mine
An abandoned mine Old tools still echo No gold was found For it was dug too shallow Only dust and dirtAnd distress remains Grand ambitions Now forgotten dreams And yet hiding Just beneath the surface A glint of something Worth unearthing But the narrowed shaft Prevented machinery And the miner was not willing To get… Continue reading
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Museum of Loss
A lament Shadowy corridors In my heart Where one ends Another one starts I have hidden pain Behind every corner Amassed tears of sorrowAs pools of water I allowed the lights To burn themselves out Allowed ash and dust To gradually mount I sealed the doors Despite the costAnd accepted my heart As a museum… Continue reading
Dawn & Dusk 