All my broken expectations
Painfully crushed emotions
Tiny shards of destruction
Sharp objects ready to kill
But still against all my will
I tend to make them my attire
Unsure of what I truly desire
I wear them as a crown
Numbing sanity off my mind
A medallion over my chest
Bleeding love out of my heart
As an insole in my shoes
Paralysing my way forward
A thorny aid on my hand
Stinging on my stronghold
A cloak of maddening illusion
That can only create a sad delusion
Why can’t I ever learn
That’s my big concern
Am I hopelessly hopeful
Or I like things hurtful
No matter how I rearrange
Some things will never change
In the end, what remains
The broken me and my pain!
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Bold, strong, and filled with emotion! Your writing has grown into a beautifully crafted form of expression. Line length, meter, rhyme, metaphor, hyperbole and all the other tools of the poet work magic in your hands. Well written, my friend! So proud of you!
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Thanks a lot for reading, Brad; such a comment coming from you means a lot to my craft. I have constantly tried to deliver better each time I write, but I agree that the subject matter is always not inspirational but rather an expression of what is more than what can be. But what’s most important is your feedback that continues to motivate me and help me with my writing. That’s why I can’t thank you enough.
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Is it not enough to see the false as false?
The entity that you think you are – is false
You are the reality!
Move beyond with this simple truth … assuming the existence of a phantom is only at the level of the mind … simply ignore.
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