I think this is one of my favorite poems that I've written. I can't remember what the muse was, but I love it because it's so tragic. I don't know I love tragedies for some reason. Please let me know what you think!
&&& Anastasia
My lover is far not but lost,
I shiver in this deathly frost,
Awaiting my true lover's doom,
A burst of joy within my womb.
A twinkle in my lover's eyes,
I stand before him as he dies,
A malevolent grin upon my face,
I trust my dagger with sweet grace.
It glides along my lover's chest,
A drop of blood drips on my breast,
The baby kicks, I smile with glee,
The kiss of death makes him happy.
With this I wish he grows to see,
What mommy often does daily,
A dream of son beside me always,
Slaughtering youth well past my days.
Meeting my death from his own hand,
Would be a death, in my mind, grand,
I'll show him of all my teachings,
And watch him grow with each death he brings.
My thoughts stop just short of future days,
My eyes look down to the bloody haze,
A tear comes quickly to my eyes,
I killed my lover, I finally realize.
Thoughts of what I have become,
Of all the things that I have done,
I can't let my child grow this way,
Carelessly throwing life away.
I bring the dagger to my chest,
Breathing slowly as I rest,
I shove it quickly through the bone,
Fall to my knees, let out a groan.
I crawl into my lover's cold arms,
Remembering his old witty charms,
Upon his chest I will lay my head,
In just a moment, I will be dead.
And again…
My lover is not far, but lost,
I lay in this deathly frost,
Awaiting my own lovely doom,
A cold, slowing heartbeat, within my womb.
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Life Poetry
PoetryAll of the poems I write into this book is a collaboration of old and new poems that I write, or have written throughout my life. Some will be funny, some romantic, depressing and even just random. There is no way to tell what might inspire me nex...
