Poetry written by yet another individual just existing throughout as any other being like any of you, experiencing life and suffocating thoughts.
Exaltation given by the muses of this Poet's sublime. As this poet escape the asylum he's been trapped, he'd find glory into writing epics and ballads. As the wind chimes, a knock of desperation escapes his everlasting pain.
Just a spot for my poetry going into 2023. Criticism welcome. As a novelist, I look at short stories and poems as exercises. Poetry in particular helps me with word choice, coherence, and ironically writing speed. I've always struggled with an appreciation for poetry in particular as the discourse around it can be too...
"𝘾𝙤𝙡𝙤𝙧𝙨 𝙛𝙖𝙙𝙚, 𝙩𝙚𝙢𝙥𝙡𝙚𝙨 𝙘𝙧𝙪𝙢𝙗𝙡𝙚, 𝙚𝙢𝙥𝙞𝙧𝙚𝙨 𝙛𝙖𝙡𝙡, 𝙗𝙪𝙩 𝙬𝙞𝙨𝙚 𝙬𝙤𝙧𝙙𝙨 𝙚𝙣𝙙𝙪𝙧𝙚." -𝙀𝙙𝙬𝙖𝙧𝙙 𝙏𝙝𝙤𝙧𝙣𝙙𝙞𝙠𝙚 𝘐𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘪𝘯 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘸𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘵𝘩 𝘭𝘪𝘦𝘴 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘥𝘴? 𝘑𝘰𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘢𝘸𝘢𝘳𝘥𝘴 𝘵𝘰 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸 𝘮𝘰𝘳𝘦! 𝙊𝙥𝙚...