Not UnlikelyA Poem by Bryad Polis ValentinoAn interpretive battle with myself.
It's not unlikely that I'd die,
For your soul I've tried, Losing wind, I curse myself, Wishing to bind my inner heart, Something made me feel, far, Far, far, away from the light, Where my soul separates, Leaving me behind. I'm a disgusting husk, at dusk, A rapture of inner feelings, The feeling that seeing is believing. Don't fight me, I'm not going to lie, I feel so far gone, down, on the ground, Trust was lost when I cried, Today, my spirit will die, Flesh on fire, desire latent. © 2019 Bryad Polis ValentinoAuthor's Note
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StatsAuthorBryad Polis ValentinoSpokane, WAAboutI was once called the seeker of truth but abandoned my way to learn how to show mercy. What I discovered was a gentle side with intense emotions. I refused to call myself evil, but feared that I indee.. more..Writing
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