Often than not I seem to find
Myself on edge of abyss
With bloodied heart and broken mind
And felt though as fates have missed
When triumph strikes and troubles shrink
On golden edge of smiles
That's when one must seem to think
The end of blunt-toothed trials
Rubble falls from vic'try's strike
Crush, burn, felled, and churned
Despair sneaks in as envy's dike
Lessons from past unlearned
As the day crests that despair may trump
Dynasties from within rise to fight
Unwilling, unyielding to irritant slumps
Giants of old chase in from the light
Dynasties, giants- kings and men
Though days shall come where fall
Peasants, dwarfs- queens and women
Slam their feet to her call
Fuck the restrictions that yearn for blues
We won't restrain our bellows
For every dark, depressing, dank hue
Will yield to love's bright yellows
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Yellow Wins Blue
PoetryOften than not I seem to find Myself on edge of abyss With bloodied heart and broken mind And felt though as fates have missed ...