This curse, it loves me
Enchants my soul with a verse
Transforming this man, into a hearse
This embodiment like a steel breeze
Dragging forever and etching the walk
A signature that cannot talk
A race to the death, the first one loses
Like a cult gone awry, void of sadness
No capacity to cry
She sits there in the morning less gorge
Her heart black, torn with Holy guilt
The view askance with a demonic tilt
The slayer of love, bonds her will
Suffering and agony the only charges on the bill
She can’t stop; she will never get her fill
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TrystanBehm (
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Trystan,
After reading a few more of your poems,
I can see why you said that your writing is usually a little more ambiguous or cryptic!
I do enjoy the challenge of reading and attempting to decipher them!
•“Deceptive Expectation”
An excellent write! The rhyming did not confuscate its meaning!
This is one of my favorite lines...
“Suffering and agony the only charges on the bill”
Regardless of the consequences, some of us will never get our fill!
~Laura~
Hi Laura,
I love your comment. This is one of my more conflicting poems. I don't write ambiguously on purpose, just how my brain is wired. This one though, just never had a good flow, but that was the emotion and the point, always on your toes, changing, suffering, overcoming...sometimes.
-Trys
Your “brain is wired” just fine, Trys!
Writing on purpose is fine; however, writing ambiguously packs more of a punch...in my humble opinion! Many times it veers us where we do not intend to go! That is one of the aspects I like about poetry!
Though provoking write Trystan but no matter how dark the world is the light is always there for us, and always will be.
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