You made me.
Made me believe.
So save me.
Save me your dreams.
They are your melodies,
they sound like cacophony
to me.
And that is the epitome
of this beverage I see.
When I tried and failed I hated humanity.
But I had to, to get to me.
So I left them, stung them like a bee.
I was blinded, now that I see.
I was blinded, silly me.
I was blinded, helpless Z.
I could have dreamt,
Instead I slept.
This foolish idea I kept.
The signs showed me that I had been walking too far down the wrong path.
Eventually, I realised Plath.
Connected to the second of the second, math.
Contemplate, recollect, bath.
Or face regret's wrath.
Now I have taken off my blindfold,
I can finally see.
That this was not meant for me.
That I needed the parchments, the letters not the numbers, they were my destiny,
or fate.
Either way, their pride I ate.
I was just its bate.
Now I am where I was supposed to go.
From early ages did this show.
I conversed and now we all know.
That these days are my highs, those were my lows.
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Poetry By Eclipse (Poetry Book One)
PoetryThis book is a compilation of a random selection of poetry that are all written, made-up and conjured by me. Some, I just wrote for fun and enjoyment, and others are based off of personal experiences with my actual life. Most of them however begin w...
