wishing is for foolsA Poem by Prem✨ It started as self-indulgence, as most things do. It ended with me staring at a block of text waxing poetry (ha) about success and what it takes to get there. ✨
Wishing is for fools.
There is no magic where we are kept, untempered; but untempted Fierce flames and blazen eyes, tears of anger, thrashing pain. We were meant to be broken, and mended again. Am I any lesser for what i have seen? Must i be punished for what i have been? And there are no petty lies left for when you are older Younger and wiser you left your abode. While time was young, and so were you Bright and beautiful, you were a star shone bold Bereft you will warn those With voice or with thunder Cast away are those that won't fit the mould. Crave perfection, obsessed with reflection, with rhyme and with rhythm You let your pride be sold. A tragedy, they called it, and you certainly didn't mind when in turn, you had your name, carved into gold And you had all you've ever wanted, to remain in myth and mystery, a legend, a tale to be recalled, and with awe to be told. You were remembered, but it haunted you The misery playing in on your mind to no end For madness and greatness are often the same, a result of a heart grown numb and old. It's a shame. Oh, its a shame. Beauty lies in pain, and perhaps beauty lies, too. Because how can you be so sure of your own grievances, and yet have such uncertaince for the value of your soul? © 2022 PremAuthor's Note
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Added on July 25, 2022 Last Updated on July 25, 2022 |