I'm a poet scorn~
A book with pages Torn.
A flame with hunger, devoid of will.
An ink junky seeking a poetic thrill.
Seeing rhymes hidden in time
Altering perception so divine.
Secret scars upon a page,
Tainted energy exiled to rage.
A shadow of my soul, left in the wake.
Illusionary mist about to break.
A scorn poet tattered, and Torn.
Or am I ment to be reborn?
To close the book, and start anew?
Yet secrets whispered do ring true.
I am a poet scorn by life!
Every memory a sharpened knife!
©lyriks
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