Writing With Weeping Words
I thought I knew
what this life was for,
thought I could go
u n s e e n and u n h e a r d-
Used to quill with
inspiration and more...
now I write with WEEPING WORDS.
There was a time
when I felt the breeze,
r a c e through my
lungs with no FEAR-
Now I fall to my
weakened knees,
as I g e n t l y wipe
away a woeful TEAR.
See, I’ve become
this CRAZED introvert,
someone who needs
more p a i n to endure-
On the subject of loss,
I’m an expert,
addicted to hell’s
s t r a n g e ALLURE.
When the crimson
leaflets fall I r i s e,
to see a day full
of bloodshed-
For I cannot take
off this DISGUISE,
wearing a shroud
of a n g u i s h instead.
I’ve been to Kilimanjaro
and Tuscany,
seen the r a g i n g
TEMPEST of The Keys-
And that blustering
storm always follows me,
oh, when will these
g u s t s of wind cease?
Freedom to choose
my path and f u t u r e,
has been bound and
chained by FATE-
I need a t h r e a d
and a loving suture,
not a life full of
SHAME and hate.
A phantasm of a ghost
l i n g e r s with blame,
my days of DREAD
and t o r m e n t have occurred-
Used to be someone
with a famous name...
now I write with WEEPING WORDS.
October 7, 2017
Copyright © Lu Loo | Year Posted 2017
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