Daily Poetry


Vexations of Erstwhile Containments

The light had shone directly and brightly in my face

I followed it, and learnt the truth about my place

Now, I have become a vibrant, burning flame

Red with passion, but angry, all the same

Thoughts then approach me when I do not think

Automatically, I feel things that bring me to the brink

I ask myself “why? Why, so strongly do you feel?”

Is it because of all of the history of ordeal?

Is is the devils that stand above and dictate the norm?

Or is it simply because of my past that’s left my heart worn

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