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A Tortured Poet
Written on April 19th 2025 for Sara Jama's The Chaos in my Heart Contest I am wrapped in darkness, crippled by the chaos in my heart. Swallowing tangled foxgloves of regret, I spiral. Into a hays of eerie memories of his lemonade lies From the distance, the torchbearer calls— His voice a menacing howl, summoning my soul to surrender. He entwines my essence into an unforgiving knot, Threading me tight—I am now but a trembling bead upon his unholy rosary. My withered heart blackens to the point of no return, As I sink into the bowels of Dante’s Inferno. I bartered my soul for the illusion of devotion, Fled to barren lands where my only neighbours are Ravenous sandworms. I am haunted by the person I once was— She coils herself around me like a burial shroud. I exist without pulse, Denied the mercy of rebirth. Trapped in a loop of hollow memories, The love I gave now lies in ruin, Charred and calcified inside the sorrow-filled marrow of me. I loved him the way he demanded, But freedom only came after the death of a thousand small cuts, Etched in the name of us. Now, I drift— A shattered mind among broken poets, All of us bleeding ink in search of solace.
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