Free my mind
of all your ways and
tell tale signs.
That's where I draw the line.
Make your way right to me
Whispered the Divine.
Clawing at the chance.
Never did see true romance.
Sent to face the demon
and spin our fated dance.
My little looking glass
Gave that preview glance.
Like a snake I sense your movement before you make it.
Dry your eyes and wipe your lip can no longer fake it.
Still on my radar can't seem to escape your prying gaze.
Out of my life for good counting down the days.
~I.S.~
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Author:
Introverted Sage (Pseudonym) (
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- Comment from author about the poem: 21.2023.10 #4
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Comments3
Dark with Poe imagery, and of course original …
Thank you!
You are a fantastic writer
Loved it
As are you!
I appreciate you
Thank you!!
Powerful and vivid.
Thank you!
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