I desire to be freed of the cage
Wrought of a budding flower to bloom around my cardial maze
A raw wrenching ache in my soul
Never escaping from my mouth in whole
To be rid of the demons is a gift
That is likely bound to shift
Oftentimes it makes the plains paved with rain
Often not makes the mountains bow down to the waters in disdain
Perilous it is to be its slave
Every time it taps your temples awake
Never knew naught what it means to be brave
Unyielding of a song that guides to goodness sake
Proposed to unfold by the end of time
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PoetryThese are general compilations- unfinished drafts that I may or may not finish, poems, songs, ballads and what I can think of galore at the top of my head. Things that I may laugh at or really want to treasure.
