seductive sorrow, easing me into its grip
here nothingness is appealing
to feel too strongly is a sin
blasphemy of the art, of not giving a fuck
gentle need, to please, gets me every time
expletives of the soul beg for release
my storm clouds are collecting inside me… brooding
moody vulerability, has shaken the stars in her mind
Vixen has taken her place
she will make you plead
with a vow, you will get no peace
evolving demons have grown with me
her orders are known among the ranks
protect my inner sanctity at all costs
it is a warning and a dare
to any would-be punishers
she is demoness, she can reap your mortality
grappling with fate
within the horde, my story is known
seeking refuge, I withdraw
to the place, I can release energy, without being provoked
I loved the expression and how you summed up my insecurities in a stanza there!
A well written piece, Crimsin! “)
good morning dearest Me I didn’t know you too feel this way sometimes thank you for sharing that ❤️it makes me feel not so all alone…
No. You are not. Some of my poems are just bundles of insecurities, with glimmers of hope.
Thank you for sharing your feelings and thoughts as well. “)
Powerfully penned, Brenda. Another excellent write with amazing storytelling my friend. Demons are always evolving that’s so spot on. Nicely done. Appreciate you.
Damian
thank you dearest Damain I deeply appreciate you ❤️
Oh crim, I’ve missed your wonderful poetry and expressions.
Great work.