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The words you said i think about all over They're stuck on replay in my head like a recorder. I wonder what was done to deserve them Their purpose they very well serve them You said i am the ugly in your beautiful Like a beautiful face scarred by a pimple That i am  grave mistake of creation And should stay hidden like a hideous creature That I am worthless with no special talent or aim My existence;a betrayal like Judas among the saints That you wish like a stinking  corpse i was buried But  like the Lord's 2nd Coming  i tarry These words stayed planted in my heart as  seeds That grew  to become entangled weeds Hands and feet tied staggering through life Hoping for that day when underground i'll peacefully lie. Occasionally I am told i do something right Like putting together a piece of puzzling lines Still i see your disdainful look in my mind's eye And i dare not even bother to give another try ©DarkPoet2019

Today, I told myself a tale. A tale of a boy who was lost, Who never knew he was wandering in the jungles of the unknown Who remained lost because he still believed he was on the right track Today, I told myself a tale. A tale of a girl who was lost  Who knew she was lost, But did not remain lost. For she had identified her lost bearings. Today, I told myself a tale. A tale of a girl who was lost. Who knew she was lost, And remained lost because she did not care that she was lost Today, I told myself a tale. A tale of a boy who was lost. Who didn’t know he was lost, But, did not remain lost because he knew he had a compass. Today, I told myself a tale. A tale of people wandering. Trying to be better versions of themselves but not knowing how, Because they remained ignorant, they kept on wandering Bitter and angry shadows of what could have been Today, I told myself a tale A tale that I will be the girl who is lost. A girl who knows she is lost and fin

‘Gong,’ the sound resounded Swaying her to the left and right In the crowded place, she swayed; A meticulous dance movement that left them spellbound The beautiful lady seemed care free; Alas, a legion of demons pickets her within. Today, she decided ‘ no more’ She was going to wrestle the control from the demons. She started swaying as the gong resounded Getting ahead of the fiendish ones who were bewildered. She swayed her hips and her chest in opposite directions, Her arms bouncing back and forth She danced to the rhythm of healing; Letting go and being free For every bad word ever spoken to her, she pushed it away as she moved Her inadequacies rushed to grip her, but she danced it off Her fast-paced dance began as she shook her legs She shakes off the voices in her head And clapped her hands together In frenzied claps, her person rhythm came alive She believed at that moment; believed she was meant to be here Then she snapped her

Off with the shackles Remove these chains, I was made for flight and not to run. I have wings that functions Yet I stay grounded, Restrained and gazing mournfully at the skies, Wondering what could be. You hold tightly to the leash, yet I am not a dog The skies call out to me The wind tries to lift me up Still, I cannot fly Until I spread These wings of mine And flap And run And fail And try, again. How do I spread my wings when you pluck my feathers? You wield so much Much power To push me beyond my limits. Yet, you lurk. A beast in angelic clothing. A viper with a honeyed tongue. Constantly reminding me of what I am to you, A plaything for your pleasure I have forgotten what I am to myself Forgotten what I carry to my audience Forgotten the strength I hold to liberate those in chains. Give me my wings and let me fly Give me my wings and let me fly With my beak and feet, weapons of old, I scratch you all da