A Poet Never Sleeps

One day you will be faced with the impossible. When you become afraid, become inspired.

05 December 2012

From Thirteen and My Birth

Black fog
Settles down
Hiding the truth

Tears that stained my cheeks
Now fall in your sight
Every word a dagger

I wish to break free
And start again
As my own

My age inhibits me
Paying you my money
Pushing me down

In a timeless age
Maybe these tears
Wouldn’t have to fall  

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