oh you,
who dares to trifle
with the strings of my fate,
oh you,
conspire not,
fool not,
or await.
of a dark crafty,
night like such
will envelope your days too.
oh you,
this is no curse,
but a phrase.
while i raise hands
toward the skies!
i pray? or figure a conflict?
nevertheless,
plead in wonders
if thee shall bleed
for those each i shed?
i am, now,
though skeptical
that, shall I make you bleed?
or shall i not pray at all?
oh you,
left me bizarre,
and incapable of weaving hopes..
but how?
i wonder,
i stout still
despite my self, fragmented...
withal she - i
shall perhaps bask
in your dismantle,
provided,
could it satisfy me?
oh no!
oh you who encountered me,
fate sides with you,
for i bear
no hatred despite distraught,
no grudges despite deceived.
with that,
surely oh you
at least must be satisfied?
~●~
#tragedy.
deaR Poet,
I'm Distraught to a Degree
I haVe Forgotten or Left my Sleep someWhere.
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