The Ballad of Affliction and Vigor
The pain of tomorrow
will come, again
Can I run?
Can I escape?
Can I hide?
he whispers gently in my ear.
My anthem beats within my chest.
I will rise with the dawn
to great his devilish grin.
His temptations will continue to taunt me.
The song , I choose to sing
will be my
A short break-up letter to Winter, from Spring.
You are thwarting my blooms
Your icy breath is stunting our delicacy
Please find yourself a new home
have been running the show
The captive soul found a narrow escape
Near the path of revisited hurts and sorrow
Just in time for the final curtain’s descend
Encore, Encore, Encore
She emerges on the stage
The Inkling of Morning
I woke up early, just before the sun rose. Silence greeted me with her dark smile. The floor gently growled beneath my feet. My destination was nearing. Words gathered in heart. Inspiration was my oration. The audience of one reflects in the hallway mirror.
An amusing smile spreads across her face. Anticipation. Rouge painted on her cheeks. A shadow of her lipstick pressed on the virgin tissue. The table is set. She waits.
She Entertains; yet, the guests never arrive.