Buried in the blues,
I'm the cursed muse.
My soul bemused,
Verses brimming with emotions.
My heart is full of love,
Life of success, I'm cursed.
Emotions are torn apart and suffused.
I cruise, yet darkness diffuses
Within me with amusement,
Weight of the echoes of pain in the avenue.
My inspiration comes from the pain,
Canvass the words because I have a keen sense.
Darkness surrounds at ten,
Pain feels like a burn
As the moonlight confuses,
And soul starts to fade in blues.
I turn pain into sources of inspiration.
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WHO CURSED YOU IN SILENCE?
PoetryAs I stood at the line of silence, death in my darkest days, a bird sang within me, "Who cursed you in silence?" It was the darkest days I asked myself. How am I going to change blue to purple? This question became the catalyst for my odyssey from s...
