Guess I was destiny to then write
fill up each lonely poetic night
as I bleed again my soulful ink
on my way to the literal brink
Consulting more than the stars
while I tally up all my scars
all of those that I have made
while brandishing my own blade
Just make an honest bleed
once more satisfy this need
to leave my solitary mark
ignite another creative spark
In the hope that it might burn
that perhaps I might then learn
the true path that I must follow
along with this pride I must swallow
For the path that I do now choose
is one where I both win and lose
where I finally then come to see…
the true secrets of this prophecy







Always a pleasure to read your writes. Here or anywhere else. Perfection!
Mysterious and alluring – most enjoyable! harriet-jacqui