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I’ve got not one, but two
Burdens laden my back
Quietus I pursue
Drives me like a wolf pack
Oh the burdens I cannot bear
They weigh me down,
Down to despair
I’m a haunted mind in ghost town
A shadowed spirit
A cloak unto joy
A shroud to freedom
Not predestined as an altar boy
So chained by shackles
Festering on my feet
Futilely moving my ankles
I’m no longer one of the elite
Because they drive me
And I’m their slave
In my mind that’s the Dead Sea
For I determine how I must behave
Remove this millstone
From ‘round my stiffened neck
For I fear my spine bone
Will suddenly have a wreck
And I’ll lose all my limber
To become a gaping tomb
Or become a pile of amber
In this nightmare of my doom
Burdens laden my back
Quietus I pursue
Drives me like a wolf pack
Oh the burdens I cannot bear
They weigh me down,
Down to despair
I’m a haunted mind in ghost town
A shadowed spirit
A cloak unto joy
A shroud to freedom
Not predestined as an altar boy
So chained by shackles
Festering on my feet
Futilely moving my ankles
I’m no longer one of the elite
Because they drive me
And I’m their slave
In my mind that’s the Dead Sea
For I determine how I must behave
Remove this millstone
From ‘round my stiffened neck
For I fear my spine bone
Will suddenly have a wreck
And I’ll lose all my limber
To become a gaping tomb
Or become a pile of amber
In this nightmare of my doom
Literature
Hidden Pain
I see the anger in your eyes,
it's pain hidden by disguise.
I see your tears on the bathroom floor,
the same place you once sat before.
attempted cuts for the world to see,
faded by your misery.
Literature
Alene
Here I sit, in a room crowded, but
alone,
estranged from peers I so eagerly sought,
looking around the room.
Alene
I can see their toothed smiles,
feel the vibrations of the laughter.
But I can't hear any of it.
I can't feel those things.
Ikke rigtig...
I work hard, to help
to see those smiles and feel the laughs.
To be happy myself.
To no longer be alone.
Men jeg fejler.
I can't give myself what I need.
So why should they.
They don't depend on me.
Why should I on them.
Alligevel er jeg der for dem.
Even though I feel all their pain,
along that which my mind creates itself.
The horrible scenes,
that I feel every second of.
Alt smerten
A
Literature
A Broken Farewell
As we stand together at the end of our fairytale.
The bitter dusk hushes the murmurs inside us.
Haunted by our half remembered dreams we see,
the paperfold butterflies lay with broken wings.
Colorful words go mute as they turned out to be lies.
Still they wait to be the last songs that we sing.
There will be time, there will be time -
as we thought, for our walks across the plains.
Yet there were the dead lights of stars,
long ago they sang their farewell to forevers.
As we see the coffee cups sititng cold
our voices keep dying with a dying fall.
One more time and once again
After the sunsets, the backyard, the fields
And the ro
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Written by Roselyn Edwards
Status: Rough Draft
Form: Free Verse
Status: Rough Draft
Form: Free Verse
© 2013 - 2024 roselynedwards
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Intriguing. Did you have a particular persona in mind for this?