Sometimes when Reality becomes no longer bearable,
I sit by my windowsill and draw down the blinds of my anger.
A feathery and piercing fog veils my thoughts,
Waves of peacefulness wash over my soul.
I listen to the gentle whispering of a distant wind,
As it carries me to a place where only is
Silent serenity and proud placidity.
I am guided to the shore of the beach,
Watching the delicate waves sway the golden sand,
With each heart's tenderness, caress the glamorous grains.
A Cerulean sky rests upon the graceful horizon,
As a timid slender silver crescent
Casts its lustrous light upon my spirit.
Whilst the sweet fragrance of the sea cradles my senses,
Your soft voice resonates in my within.
I ignore, I forget, I push away.
You don't love me.
You never have.
Don't pretend.
Your chant won't bewitch me.
You are none but a ghastly lodestar
That'll guide me to my doom.
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Poems of Pain and Solitude
PoetryFor every person out there that was quiet, not because they chose to be so, but because they were choking in the smoke. Because their opinions were apparently not worth anything. Because they didn't know just how to say what they felt. For every per...
