To be misunderstood I dare,
Leaving my heart bare,
Pledging non-maleficence,
Forsaking innocence,
Abandoning my heart to misadventure,
Trust dessicated to dust,
Imbibed in a maelstrom of unhindered emotions,
Yearning for the subjugation of deep affection,
Wallowing in crochets of ghostly dreams,
A disheartened soul, haunting the streets;
A mirage of hope, deluged so carelessly;
Desolation rewards nothing,
Aye’ – only wafts of wanting;
Unbridled loneliness caressing,
Never to relegate blame on a reckless heart, ensnared in wanting.
An absent mind, left a heart haemorrhaging.
My heart❤
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The Poetic Life 