Bewitched of ancient spell
Tis not my intention your world to dwell
To haunt you
To linger on
When you ask me gone
Troubled by a life too hard
Like a player from the Bard
To torture myself
Treading forwards on the boards
Ever near your silent swords
Feeling something faraway
Dreaming each and everyday
To be felt
To grasp at hope
Permission granted to elope
Knowing I should let you be
Knowing it is all you ask of me
Trying to leave
Fixed to the floor
Desparately reaching just once more
Longing for your wish to grant
Aching soul sacrosanct
Nothing more
Nothing gained
Another day the curse has shamed
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Author:
sylviasearcher (
Offline) - Published: July 10th, 2018 08:46
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Comments1
I love that you echo Shakespeare and old English and use beautiful words......
Thank you lorna.
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