Darkness Bane, my hurt is insane
curled into a ball, I balk
With shivers of madness, I tremble
Sleek with regret, I stutter
needful cage of a somber tone
Releasing these feelings, necessary
My keenness can be felt deeply
If you listen to the silent weep
Cloistered vision, I'm hard on myself
There is no value
incessant laughter says I'm a failure
unkempt rebellion I slack
Where I should be taught
speaking expletives into being
even those not heard of
because they reside in me
words formed of pain
Understanding my scorn
My thoughts are truthful
You will never make the cut
You might be a throwaway
a vessel wrought for destruction
lest you forget
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Love the line, “You will never make the cut.” Great writing, Brenda.
thank you graciously dearest Adagio did you know god made certain vessels just to destroy as an example? vessels wrought for destruction I wonder if I am one of those 💕
You are a vessel of the quill.
thank you dearest Adagio 💕
Brilliantly penned, Brenda. Such a powerful read my friend. Appreciate you.
Damian
thank you graciously dearest Damian 💕