Rhymes flow through my head
Like the chime of a bell.
As if I'm already dead
Just sitting in Hell.
My ideas I will write,
But my thoughts always flee.
Deep into the night,
Or perhaps out to sea
My ideas and rhymes create,
An abyss of abstract thought.
But some how they all relate,
To something quite distraught.
Perhaps one day
They'll examine my brain.
I'll be locked away
and deemed completely insane.
I'm just a broken poet,
with too many dreams.
but those dreams I forget,
as I fall apart at the seams
Once, I swear I could pen
the most beautiful of art.
but awhile it has been
since my pen fell apart.
Do You get it?
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Lovely words with just a wiff of a sutle humor and above all vewy well composed and your pen and muse seem to be in perfect condition and deserving a huge round of applause.This was simply and honestly very delightful.Thanks for sharing I am glad I clicked on this one irt was very nice and captivating too...
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Great writing with such a nice touch of humour. I can definitely relate to this!
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great
great write keep up the great work
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Absolutely beautiful piece of writing. I think a lot of us poets on here could relate to this. Well done, keep up the great work.
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wow! This is so sad and beautiful at the same time! It broke my heart to read because it reminds me so much of how I feel all too often. Only you have a much better flow and use of words than I ever will. Good job and thank you so much for sharing and giving us a glimpse into your life. I look forward to reading more from you.
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I like this, sounds like me ! It flows well, and has a bit of dark humor under the seriousness. very nice
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