On the first day,
They were all hushed and cautious,
Constructing a fresh realm from the ruins,
Left behind by past transgressions,
Rationalised by their own timidity,
Paralysed by inability to decide,
Across the divide.
I found solace in creating a new vision,
A vision of a life worth living,
Even though all the forces seemed to conspire against me.
Amidst a whirlwind of anxiety,
Feeling crippled and exhausted,
Courage and confidence are fading,
Lost in the depths of oblivion.
Has luck abandoned me or never existed?
Who will remember in a year's time?
Battered and bruised, my nerves
Refuse to carry on once more
“Align your body and soul
For the lurking challenges ahead
Shift the fortune
From good to bad and back!”
I suppose that's how
Reversal operates
Behind my back
Damn!
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About the Creator
Mescaline Brisset
if it doesn't come bursting out of you
in spite of everything,
don't do it.
unless it comes unasked out of your
heart and your mind and your mouth
and your gut,
don't do it.
so you want to be a writer? – Charles Bukowski
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