Written June 12, 2019, at 2:30 am EST
In memory of the dear Anne Frank
Pressurized pain boiling within
I feel volcanic.
I'm manic with rage at the outcome
It's panic.
My spirit has migrated to a nicer atmosphere
Within myself.
Where the purple blazing fire is cooler
I pirated the younger and future me.
As the jaded labyrinth of phases fade from the high
Shadowed smoky windows of tinted rosy endo,
The hazy waves make me feel lazy.
Dazed by a dancing daisy.
I'm in a maze amazed by what's wrought forth to the wretched.
It's vaguely etched as if it's sketched in ancient limestone.
Forever known.
Now I'm a precious bone guarded within the fort.
I've fallen short.
A mere shell of my former chocolate torte.
We're headed now? Due further north.
To vengefully extort what had been taken.
They are as I am forsaken.
The shaken curse within the shakes of my old
Bones baked in eternity as I had desired once before.
Likewise, I fired to import my thoughts, for now, it's metallic!
It's a brand.
An entire land...
It's...
Lost in deeply thick frost.
Yet, we all still tread 'cross hoping to discover the land of promise.
And, we're cross that we bear the cross of every tribulation and trial.
Must we?
The cost was never ever worth the utter loss.
Of time.
Trust me...
I know that now.
It's a harsh realization and I'm frail.
That damned dreadful painstaking trench in the marsh.
Wait, I need to stop right there.
Forbade it, I'm parched...
Maybe the next year.
If undoubtedly we're here.
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Survivor's Remorse
PoetrySurvivor's Remorse is a personal collection of poetry, songs, lyrics, prose, and more that ranges from the early 2000s through 2023 when I finally decided to start a new poetry book! Thank you immensely to anyone who has taken time to read this book...
