I have been to be not at all.
I have sinned to have fought it all.
Detestation in the gazers upon me,
It is in those eyes I ask,
Providence, where do you lead?
Have I not delicacy of feeling?
Is it truly me who writes?
Or am I not at all?
Do I exist, or have I left the earth?
Is it mere illusion I write this song?
If it were real,
These thoughts had not been at all.
For I am the devil...
Or so they call.
Tell me providence,
Does the devil write a song?
This has my emotions all over the place. I wrote this a while back. I just edited it and I think it's pretty good now. Emotions are hard to deal with sometimes and even though I know writing them down helps, it's still difficult to put what you feel into words, especially writing your emotions in a poem.
Rant alert 🚨
People tell you you're not good enough or you're selfish and not considerate and when you really think about it you realize, is it true? Have I been believing a lie? Or are they wrong? That's what inspired me to write this and I think out of all my work this one is my favorite.
And rant closed 🚨 🤪
Aight imma sign off now.
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Mellifluous: A Poetry Collection
PoetrySomewhere an old man dies And a child is born Mellifluous is the sound of his cries To the ears of his mother It's the start of a new life An year later the child exclaims Ah look! it's a butterfly The wind blowing carries the butterfly to the sea...
