LOST AGAIN
The first one gave his seed to a stranger,
the second one gave his to his partner,
the third one gave his to his unsolved past—
and then there I am as the time flew fast.
I'm not blessed...
Seeing that there's nothing laid out for me,
I stood up, packed all my baggage then flee.
The pilgrimage starts at Midnight, today,
my long journey to the Addison lane.
So I left...
I know my destination but I'm lost,
in a dark forest where broken paths crossed.
Deadly shadows from my past are lurking,
showing me my flaws while they are smiling.
Stabbed my chest...
There's a side of me I tried to contain
when inhibitions are thrown into flame.
With rage, destitute of serenity,
mayhem in my mind, near insanity.
Draining quest...
This is the phase I don't want to become—
my heart feels no mercy and I am numb,
it's exhausting as the mind doesn't rest.
In having the last laugh, I am obsessed
I need rest...
My power is like a double-edged sword,
whispered curses to win until I'm sore.
Must stay focus no matter what the cost,
shadows orchestrating a holocaust.
Please, someone, find me because I am lost.
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PSYCHE'S TEARS
PoetryA collection of self-written poetry about the writer's experiences with heartbreak before The Muse's Pages.
