I am just a knot tightly tied
a riddle left here denied
one who still scorns
wrapped tightly in thorns
Unwilling to ever show
what truth lies here below
I await those careless fingers
or anyone who foolishly lingers
For I am not the same me
that you think you truly see
some fair damsel in distress
with all of her secrets to confess
While I lie here alone in the night
with a dark lifetime to write
all these blank pages left to fill
bleed my bled ink upon my quill
Knowing that in the end
all of this deep poetry will blend
once every knot is then untied
once every truth is undenied
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Libellule (
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Comments3
Very nice rhyme in a poem about writing. The poem flows well with good meter it in metaphor speaks of itself. Very nicely done
enjoyed the read
Great write
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