Elegy of the self

Nayak

I carry a crown, yet I rule none.

I have a blade, I cut myself with it.

The only stone I ever loved?

The one on my grave.

 

I have a heart, yet I feel no pain.

 

I am resentment,

I am guilt.

In the harsh snow, 

I become quilt.

 

I think I love you,

yet, I hurt you in so many ways,

I wander as a kind helper,

yet, I leave no trace.

  • Author: Nk (Pseudonym) (Offline Offline)
  • Published: November 18th, 2025 08:01
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  • Category: Sad
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  • sorenbarrett

    Dark and sad it offers redemption at the end but with no trace. A most interesting work

    • Nayak

      good understanding,, thanks

      • sorenbarrett

        You are most welcome



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