May 16, 2025
More in Words, paradoxes, metaphors...you name it they all come alive in poetry or prose. Set Me Free
just playing with some older poems...
Alone, love wanders through Barren world, searching for mourning dew. Clouded visions blinding eyes, Desiring my pain to make me wise. Expunge all lingering illusions, For they cause the soul confusion. Gracefully, let me disappear, Haunted is my heart, when you are near. Inalienable is your soul to me, Just know, I must now be free. Keenly, the cut my heart does feel, Laying bare, the last of my will. Maladjusted must be your name, No, I can’t again play that game. Obliterate the twisted view, Purposefully, explicating thoughts of you. Quantum leap I must now take, Rampant, your rage, I tied to a stake. Slowly my soul will start to fly, ‘Til no longer I feel the need to die. Umbilical that connected our souls, Vanishing in air as my spirits grow. Wandering peacefully among the stars, Xenon I became, permeating all scars. Yielding my love to the world below, Zealously free, a smile I bestow.
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