Pessimism has led him nowhere in life,
Rather than succeeding in life, he finds himself stuck in demise,
Feelings of deprivation have not but shattered his pride,
Sheltering on his flaunts, he is far more distinct than delight,
Vandalism of his thoughts wipe away a lot but suffice,
Atrocious eyes replenish all his sight,
Darkness before his eyes, leading to suffocation, consequently paralyzed,
Rigid hold and strengthened heart just hold on tight,
Imprudence never lies in soul but lurks behind the night,
As daylight conquers the spacious room making everything so ever bright,
That rage and devastation which once at its epitome and height,
Disappears fading slowly and gradually in white,
Memories a paradox, growing vexation, if I'm right,
Proceeds to grasp hold on with all might,
As again the sun sets, changing your true form alight,
Revenge can evade the divinity of a knight,
Bringing vengeance and enmity in a catastrophic fight,
Obstinate expressions, recalcitrant furry full of fright,
So much to normalize and then fortunately en-light.
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Diary of a poetess
PoetryA mixture of love and hate. Penned down my feelings though, some are just poems. A poet obeserves and writes his or her thoughts. I feel the pain of rejection and devastation. I like to follow my dreams and do what my heart says. Whatsoever people...
