My Wretched Own

Losing the part of myself that was holding me under, but only temporarily, I'm facing the truth.

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i fought the long fight
blood stains on my gown
only to help oneself's might
although i may not seem sound

i swear i'm not callous
i've just had malice
towards a coward that was
hiding behind supposed balance

a voracious liar
but only towards herself, indirect fire
this will be the first line of her epitaph
but not of one she desired

as haunting this story may seem
it's truly tasteful at the seams
the tone is an illusion
a gloomy scheme

her crimson origin seeping into rich soil
that she once carelessly walked on, made my blood boil
now my uncertainty resolute
ending my longstanding toil

i faced this dreaded moment
this feeling, how foreign
i had defeated my vicious opponent
hereby i am beaming for i did not forfeit

sensing the cards that life dealt
had changed, my dire fate postponed
i stood observing my lifeless self
slain by my wretched own

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Reviews

[Coyote Poetry]

Nice use of words and thoughts.
"sensing the cards that life dealt
had changed, my dire fate postponed
i stood observing my lifeless self
slain by my wretched own"
I liked the complete poem but the above lines are my favorite. Hard to see where we dead-ended. Thank you for sharing the excellent poetry.
Coyote

[Natalie]

I love it. This an awesome poem.