The Power of the Word - Poetry
I think writers are gods-To create a life within a sentenceGive it breath or a diseaseTo finally cut it shortLike Fate, shears in bloodRusted.The power of the Word, written, oralThese powers come at a dear price-The loss of sanity.But, sanity is a blockerTo uncharted areas, ideasFantasies, images.I gave up my sanity at 13.Virginity at 19.My colours are brighter, now.Faces appear while my caramel fingersMove across a keyboard, or hold a penThe ink precious, like angel tears.The lives I create are mine to mold,Destroy and learn from.I am mad, trueBut my Fate is here, varied and colour-full.
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