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Alice Krewmer Poem
I've biult a kingdom, cold l, dark and dead
creeping inside obscure valley,
lurking from a weeping willow,
light shines only from moon
ravens sining their heart-tearing ballad.
Two human-like creatures living there —
immortal beggar wanting only love and happiness
traveling with vicious dog – offering a small escape
— broken woman, keeper of failure wants
you can meet her – not step in her household
you'll be surprized – every dream, immpossible-foolish
make them true – only your wish.
I am THE Creator, I am THE Master
my whole life, this, my escape place
it gives a safety, a bit of faith
and I rule there as harlequin of broken hearts.
Copyright © Alice Krewmer | Year Posted 2022
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Alice Krewmer Poem
Lost, scared, lonely, empty
freezing in the valley of insanity
not enough for world above
– rotting here, where I can't be found.
Expectations – first mistake
beggin' someone my soul to take
shadows an' ghost hunted me
now – part of them, where I can be
whatever I want, but free.
I am ghost, I am nobody
– not who I was meant to be,
but does it really matter?
Am I really needed, wanted?
No, I'm not. No one care how I feel
no one care if I heal.
I have nothing more to say
just to go along this way
'til the end of a days.
Copyright © Alice Krewmer | Year Posted 2022
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