I am a deep cave,
Deeper than you think.
Chasm of my heart cradles,
Years of pain, struggles and sufferings.
I am a dark hole,
Inky than one can imagine.
No matter how much light enter,
It never illuminates within.
I am a stagnant hour,
Hovering in the space,
Neither being pushed nor pulled, (no nudge, no thrust, no haul, no tug)
Like a worthless speck.
I am a bottomless pit,
With a perpetual fall.
No peg, no step,
To will oneself for a haul.
I am a rusty sword,
Dull and edgeless,
Regardless of attempts or strikes,
The shackles seems to stay frozen.
This is me,
For you to see,
In times when I seem cold and unapproachable,
Thoughtless and silly.
That is just another side of me,
For I cannot stay,
Calm, kind, good and loving eternally.
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Jar of Poesy
Poetry"Poetry is when an emotion has found its thought and the thought has found words." - Robert Frost 'Jar of Poesy' is a collection of poems churned out in the moments when the emotions and thoughts mingled to create words - words reflecting the percep...
