I don't know why boredom inspires me so much, it just does...Two ADJL related poems I wrote awhile, out of complete and utter boredom... Nightmare: Behind that mask, That second face you hide, I still can’t believe it’s you. Staring down my wrist, Seeing the dragon’s coil. Turning this easy life, Into a hard twist of toil. This mind spins, Yet this body immobile. The disease wins, My spirit no longer noble. Gives it all away, Wallowing alone. Heart weakening, Mind wondering. When I see you face shown, Revealed to me. To now realise, We can never be. Cast aside this weapon, callous and unkind. Turn and run. Running away, To leave this nightmare, forever behind. Cure: It’s not you, It can’t be. Cannot accept, Cannot believe. This cruel twist of fate. It’s you I can’t decide, Whether to feel, Love or hate. Paining words, Have sliced this soul. For, these cold-hearted acts, Will take their toll. As my life lies in shreds, My mind ticks slow. Waiting to crack, Wanting to know. Why? Why did it have to be you? Forever wounded, This body bruised. My heart it bleeds, Untamed, misused. Torn, maimed, abused. Looking to remedy. If I could somehow alter, My life’s own destiny. Just to have you here, Here with me. But it can’t be done, Leaving me in desperate need, For someone, to cure, Cure this tragedy.
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