Hi! I hope you like this poem, it's rather long and the ending might not be to everyone's liking, but I find it interesting, I gave it a story, and the story must therefore end...
And therefore here I stand
At the border of the Universe
A sword held tight in my hand.
I broke the world, I fear
My choices leading to this...
I thought them to be clear!
But now, now I know well
The hate and sorrow I felt
But I'm sure it was a spell!
Was it you, my dear love?
Was it you who poisoned me so?
When you knew I could not love.
Was it you, with that kiss?
Was it you, under the tree?
When I accepted this bliss.
You must well know, then
The next step I must take
So I'll never fall again
The border is so close
I can feel it in my bones
So I --
February 9th '22
Muahaha, you did not see that coming, did you? >:)
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The Lost Dreams of a Broken Poet
Short StoryA collection of poems and short stories I write when I'm bored. Most of the themes are sad, so I hope that, in a hundred years when I'm long dead, students read them as part of their Literature lessons. XD ⚠Major character death in some stories⚠
