My limbo sleeps on feather quilts,
Death, knocks, upon my door
My need to bleed for years of guilt,
Will whisper, “nevermore”...
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Blinded by the lies of self,
In sorrow’s sullied scenes
Words, doomed to die on dusty shelves,
From the heart of a dancing queen.
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Confusion sought my company,
In this cryptic underground
Delusion brought me to my knees,
In my madness to be bound.
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Make deep the cut, sow well the seed,
Hold your dagger to my quill
When white doves cry and ravens bleed,
Truth gathers for the kill...
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My sorrows float on purple seas,
Pain bleeds on shores of stone
I die this night in ecstasy,
For tomorrow breaks my bones...
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Copyright - Wendy Phelan Edit/2020
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About the Creator
Wendy - Empathic Tigress
Born in NZ, living in Australia. With a passion for writing from an early age. Traumatic experiences peppered my life but, gave me deep empathy and unconditional love. Poetry/writing are the best therapy and bring me peace, I hope to share.
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