A curse has befallen me.
For the sins of a past life, I'm sure.
A curse cast by unknown enemies,
Who mean to do me harm.
The gift of an unfeeling heart,
And yet it yearns aloud,
An organ frozen in fear,
And yet it sings its song.
A mind that houses two,
Both whom share my name,
Every thought a war,
Between opposing armies.
Deceitful lips betray,
Echoing false truths,
Protecting my fragile ice,
From those whose warmth would thaw it.
Shattered glass hides a reflection,
That has long since become my armour,
Jagged shards whisper salvation,
Alas, what is suffering if not endless?
Blood flows with every exhale,
As if to give me confirmation,
And so I cling to a mere existence,
In hope that life may bloom.
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Written in Colour (My Poetry)
PoetryThis book contains my colourful collection of (mostly) rhyming poems. Poetry helped me discover my sense for metre and flow, which led me to songwriting.
