Oftentimes, I am too weary to recognise it,
Yet seldom, I grow weary as well as recognise it.
And it comes to me, each night, in Mother Nature's figures, yet each more perplexing from the last,
'Cut off your tongue,' fathoms a feline,
'So I may silence your unwanted voice.'
And so I told him; 'My tongue is mine and you have your own.'
I tell with much rejoice to him who peers back to me from the mirror,
'Though something truly unwanted is your ghastly tone.'
He leaves with, nothing more, nothing less, than an ebony tail in between his legs.
Moments later, he returns, in a different form,
'Give me a lung,' mutters the moth,
'So I can use the air that you so often waste.'
And so I told him; 'My lung is mine and you have your own,
'Now why don't you return to the path from which you have so pathetically flown?'
He leaves with, nothing more, nothing less, than his silent nightly flutters.
Moments later, he returns, in a different form,
'Give me a liver,' groans a green man.
'So that you may cry me a river.'
And so I told him; 'My liver is mine and you have your own,'
I continue to tell this determined creature,
'Now why don't you stop the prattling from your mouth so overgrown?'
He leaves with, nothing more, nothing less, than a trail of fern that shadows behind him.
Many moments later, he does not return yet,
Supposed I'd collect a morsel, only to find him in my Malus,
The worm writhers, 'Why, oh, why do you fret?'
'For you and I aren't contrary, merely I appear bloodless.'
I however stay solemn; aware, and he pauses for a moment,
'I shall return to you, perhaps another gloaming hour, for thou seems so ill kept.'
He leaves with, nothing more, nothing less, than with his deathly steps.
As to, in fact, relocate and forefeel such sentiments,
Though too weary for to be recognised,
Once one continues to forefeel such sentiments,
Inevitably, one will grow accustomed.
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My Darkest Recollections: a Collection of Poems
PoetryA collection of poems of mine, the first poem has the same name as the title, as at first there was only the first but I have decided that I might as well keep the title the same and call the collection of poems/short pieces of literature I create '...
