Dubiety of a Chaotic Mind

Poetry

I’ve got this way with words,
Is it a blessing or is it a curse?
To feel everything so deeply,
To be shattered so gravely,
Ah, a curse it must be, I say.

But then I fly so high,
Feel euphoric in the smallest joy,
Hope never leaves my side,
Even when despair takes over my life,
Ah, it’s a blessing, I admit.

Only to be swallowed whole,
Into the depth of darkness never seen,
Yet I rise again, every time,
I smile, and I fly,
I laugh, and I cry.

Oh, I’m tired!
Pour me some wine,
Let me relish the high,
And ride the chaos,
For I am, and always shall be,
The QUEEN!

For NaPoWriMo Day 3

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40 thoughts on “Dubiety of a Chaotic Mind”

  8. SMiLes All The Moods Colors of Life
    Extreme on All Ends of Spectrums
    That Write Poetry Other Arts in Light
    or Dark
    Dreamtime
    Awakes Both
    Dark and Light
    Comes to Life
    Master the

    Illusion

    Guide Waking
    Dreams Delight

    SMiLes Surf High
    Surf Low Yet Remember
    Balance Dance And Sing

    A Tight Rope Sweetly in Refrain Shreya..:)

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