Oh, how dark our history is
You, my author of misery and pain
With fingers set to scribble my demise
This is our story, writ with a chaotic pen
.
One that left calamity in its wake
.
You would always start the chapter
Every page inked with words of black
On the point of a pen, you’d viciously write
Using the sharp edge to stab into my being
.
Summarizing your condemnation for me
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I, the “delusional” antagonist
Could do nothing, but follow your divine will
For the pen, always mightier than the sword
Was kept toward the edge of my neck
.
Swearing to strike at any given moment
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Always determined, I’d end our sentences
Fighting to gain balance and bear the final period
Yet it was not without consequences
For you and I were wrought with scars
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Black etched into the bottom of our hearts
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If only these words painted a happy picture
But these thousand only paint a picture of pain
A dreary battle between two undying forces
On timeworn pages, brittle-ing on and on
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Begging for the piece that holds our final chapter
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The chapter that swiftly came, for I was the ending
Leaving in the night, gone without a trace
With no words or ink left as a guiding clue
Carefully escaping from your paper prison
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Free from the agony of the writer’s press
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On that day, I began my life anew
Starting a happy story; free, original, and new
A home of letters filled with love, life, and joy
Where I’d never to see you again, my dear, dear author
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And never bleed black from your miserable weapon
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I apologize for the lack of spacing. It’s very annoying that the site doesn’t preserve the spacing that I initially put. I ask that you please come again at a later time when the space is preserved because the poem holds more depth with that format.
Yeah it takes some getting used to. Play around with the font and spacing, and be sure to hold down shift, then press enter, when editing your works. Usually works for me 🙂 Still, this didn’t stop me from enjoying this read, and I’m so glad to see your work again!