lethehallowed curelethe2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
or, is it?
of nightmares gone hope
the unsullied beauty
desire is wild
is a nomad
further and ahead
drown the past, deeper
if you must
but never forget
how to trace your footsteps back
to the knowledge of pain;
would rather un-remember
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Wasted YouthHe was a lost man, trapped in a webWasted Youth1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
of expectation spun by family and priests.
His youthful energy sapped, he marinated in his misery.
His heavy shirt of denial clung to him
What if others might see the ailing man
trapped within this garment of fear?
He believed their eyes looked right through him,
that they could see the shadow of his shameful secrecy.