I hereby bequeath to you all A poem, my quirky downfall. This brief and crazy reprieve From my buzzing inanity.
Thy Queen of Hilarity
I hereby bequeath to you all A poem, my quirky downfall. This brief and crazy reprieve From my buzzing inanity.
Snowflakes whisper an evergreen breeze, Silent comfort with feelings of ease. Twilight hums its gentle refrain, Stars weave a glow, a fragile chain.
Awakened to a world I no longer recognize Where truths unravel, Cloaked in veils of lies.
Most days my thoughts feel like a mess. It does not make me any better nor any less. A crazy puzzle, pieces scattered on the floor, Sometimes I wonder if I’ll make sense any more.
Lost in thoughts of what could have been As I write it down with my worn out pen. So many thoughts, so much endured My time of rest is not assured.
A year of the Dragon’s fierce reign, Now arise the Serpent’s coiled, quiet claim. What feels like years, just nine days in, Grief carves deep lines upon my skin.
My tender heart abandoned and betrayed, Once steady nerves now shattered and decayed. Anguish and despair, searing and unfiltered, Leaving me lost and bewildered.
I spoke, but the wind exhaled my words away whispering them to the leaves instead.
A glass of fire, both bitter and sweet, Whiskey in hand, now tainted, not so neat. Shards of trust deeply cut, their edges raw A sudden plunge, a pit I never saw.
Lost in a sea of clichés drifting on phrases worn thin, where every “it’ll be okay” feels like a stone tied to my skin.