Tragedy forced to drive me mad

Tragedy forced to drive me mad

A Poem by Kenna Marie

I hired a minister because when I enter a room, the sinister knots unravel,
traveling to which my brain receives the temptation to give out the day. 
He might show up in your life as a disguise, but what's just a couple of lies? 
At his sight, you would not know that he's aware of my furrowed brow on last years sorrows. There is a mere reservation of openness when one believes they just have so many tricks up their sleeve. How can I fit or squeeze the time when my knowledge of your dislike for me tries me to insanity? 
I cannot pay to handle your demise when I've already paid for my recreants. 
So still in alone while you bask in your renowned throne. 

© 2016 Kenna Marie


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Lovely wording!
Keep on writing!!

Posted 5 Years Ago


So difficult being around those who have such obvious dislike for you. Unfortunately, most people probably know what it's like to be in those shoes. Relatable poem.

Posted 5 Years Ago



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Kenna Marie
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Hello! I'm a high school student. I use a lot of my time dedicated to writing poetry, short stories etc. Art is my passion, consisting of but not limited to...musical, creative and performance. I'm a.. more..

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