My Teas Gone Cold Poem by EnVY Aaa

My tea's gone cold

A frozen dream

A cup I can't hold

It's too bold

Too bold to capture

The grasp

That slips through my face

Forming a hidden mask

Please unfold

Bring to life the path of my tears, my fears

My everlasting drear

That holds

My career near and oh so dear

Hope is so close

I can almost taste it

But death is so relieving

I somehow embrace it

As if I'm the writer of my own life

And the creator of my own strife

The bible declares that I am royal diadem

A Queen

But it seems

Whatsoever a man thinks

So shall he be

Well what does that mean?

That my hopeless fate

Is seen in my face?

That my hate

Shall remain till my grave?

Or shall I awake?

Will my burden

Inscribed on this paper

Relieve this morbid behavior.

So that I may indeed labor

My pain and grief

And be hailed as savoir?



written by my little sister