THOUGHTS OF A HELPLESS POET (Vilanelle)

Leila

Mitglied
No more wordless thoughts to use
I could hardly think to fight
The rumours of my gloomy muse

I ever feared this kind ability to lose
Myself behind this even wall of fright
Never willing again to refuse

Those heated bodies in misuse
Of their almost inner right
To create new worlds to choose

Like the ones I taught to lose
Their fear of light, their fear of night
Instead of writing just to use

Some sacred words of faith to fuse
With symbols of disgrace so bright
In an endless reign – and choose

Uncertainty, despair instead of light
And closing eyes instead of sight
No more worldless thoughts to use
Only rumours of my gloomy muse
 



 
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