Poetry
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Dark Sun
A lament I see cold stars In dark skies Their blue light No warmth provides A black sun rises Radiant dark Light flees into cracks Night is about to start Blue flames lock me Into a pillar of ice Water shoots upwards The ground by clouds dried An inverted world Tries to take my life Continue reading
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The Cure
Writing is the cure To this disease of mine It heals my emotions Brings peace to my mind Life crippled me Writing made me to walk Trauma stole my voice But with writing, I can talk Depression struck me blind Surrounded me with dark Writing gave me new vision Lit my path with its spark Continue reading
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Cut Adrift
I am adrift on a raft Lost at sea Cast away on an island With no one but me I am in a glass box But the glass is blurred I have given up screaming For I cannot be heard Trapped in a prison Within my own mind My senses stripped away I am deaf, Continue reading
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Cracked Wood
Splintered wood Cracks spreading Like thin, spidery fingers Forming a grisly webbing A shuddering collapse Legs buckle and break The table crumples Surely all will forsake A wooden table Broken by pain Rebuilt by His Hands Fit for purpose again Continue reading
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Perfectionism
Crack goes the whip Anytime you stop It bites like a viper So hard to shake off Every seat is a flame Every bed laced with nails Rest is the charge Arrested with no bail It reads my to-do list When I try to go to sleep When I collapse to the ground It drags Continue reading
Dawn & Dusk 