THE POET IS CURSED
HIS WORDS BROKEN
AND STAMPED INTO HELL
HIS HEART RACING CLOCK WARD
BUT HIS WORDS OPPOSING BACKWARDS
THE POET IS CURSED
HIS WORLD IS A FATALITY
AND IS BROKEN INTO A MESS
THOUGH HE DREAMS OF A BITTER PLACE
HI IS STUCK IN A BETTER MAZE
THE POET IS CURSED
AND TIME HE WISH HE COULD REVERSE
BUT LOOKING AT THE SANE
HE WAS BLESSED
FOR HE WAS NOT THE SAME
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A sublime start with a nice poem, Tonny. You may like to read my poem, Love And Lust. Thank you.