Walking amidst a torrent of rain.
It tingles and pricks your skin.
It makes your bones heavy, turning your legs into lead.
The water slips into your eyes,
and your vision is fuzzy, it burns.
You're at your wits end, gasping and praying.
"Oh! let it pass by. Let it quickly pass by."
And so it does. All in time, the rain eventually ceases.
Just as you have long moved on.
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If there's anything that now holds me at bay,
Is the question, "why"
Why am I upset?
Why am I angry?
I ask, swallowing my words,
pushing my emotions deep into the crevices of my heart
I ask. I lament. I bind myself. I'm okay.
And yet again, it is the question, "why"
Why me?
Why is it always me?
Why does it have to be me?
I ask, my throat burning
and as my chest grows heavy with burden
I remember, the heart bleeds.-
For all that remains, is now a world without time.
It's agonizing, unbearable.
What lay upon hundreds, was that ever his crime?
No justice, no Valor to honor his name.
An ending crafted by a deceiving Victor and my lover left behind.-
all that you've trudged on for, crumbles.
The path is no longer to be seen
and the reality is harsh
like insult to injury, it mocks.
How foolish!
A narrow plank, is all that it was.
A narrow plank, is all it will remain
until it breaks.
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You, whose presence is as warm as dawn.
You, who transcends all words of mortal tongue.
Far and beyond, ethereal
I bask under your glory.
A change in the air,
and I know September is close.
You, who holds the key to my heart.
You, who is forever etched into stars.
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it's in abundance.
It needn't be the arms of a significant other
embracing you on the cold of a night.
It needn't be treasure coves of ballads
sung to and inscribed in yellowed pages.
Love, is the food you eat that nourishes your body.
Love, is when you wake to have a good hair day.
Love is found in a friend, a companion, even a stranger.
A pet is not far off, perhaps a cuddle is
far more better than poetry and tapestries.
Something as simple as honesty, could be love too.
Its in what you speak and what you seek,
if that's what your eyes are searching for.
Love, could be found in anything.-
the one where your body is the canvas,
embroidered in tainted gems,
pleasing to the eyes of another yet dense for your own.
A mirage to the dusk and it tires your limbs.
Whispers float in to ease the heart,
yet the canvas grows heavier.
It's a burden.
The facàde crumbles, the gems disintegrate.
And the hand paints it's last piece.
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The crown rests on her soulless wraith
As her veil flutters to the whispers
of ominous remnants,
Long lost, Long forgotten.
Her face tucked in flowers of perpetual,
eyes somber and depthless.
Unblinking, she stares into the abyss
that bends on her call, worshiping at her feet.
The fires set ablaze to the realms that collapse.
There isn't much left as she treads,
alas, it merely is a lonely world
of adrift sinners.
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