She gripped for her sanity
Clinging to potions and herbal remedies
Searched for words, desperately
The void leading to alternative poetry
Never feeling things clearly
Composing rhythms more effectively
Lifetimes lacking serenity
Her words easing more than Hennessy
Masterpieces to occupy infinity
Or, at least, hold their own, indefinitely
Even to her, her muse is a mystery
Craving simplicity, not denying complexities
Finding the insignificant inspiring
A much greater fate to which she's aspiring
Accustomed to an unbound mentality
Skilled to manifest, persuade her own destiny
Success infects, not only genetically
Prophetic grandeur that she'll fulfill, definitely
Spitting out diction- somewhat addictively
By design, she's cursed as a poet, respectively
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Curses of a Poetess
PoetryThis is a shorter collection of my original poems. None here have been shared anywhere else. And all were written during one sitting in a spell of writing passion on October 13, 2017. Enjoy!
