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Unspoken Words of Ill-Considered Fate Sonnet Fifty-Four
Unspoken words of ill-considered fate,
That wrap my days in languid motions flex,
And seal my nights in dreamscapes sane-less weight,
That bring to bear the lies of life and sex.
In vilified expanse of words dispelled
That everything of me is alien.
Superior, their verbal lashings quelled,
I still remain in darkness, radiant.
They think I am as they would have me be,
Those who have cursed my kind never knowing
That right before their eyes their monster bleeds,
And feeds on blood with every curse flowing,
Fear not the time when monsters finally roam,
Just dont expect to find me finally home.
That wrap my days in languid motions flex,
And seal my nights in dreamscapes sane-less weight,
That bring to bear the lies of life and sex.
In vilified expanse of words dispelled
That everything of me is alien.
Superior, their verbal lashings quelled,
I still remain in darkness, radiant.
They think I am as they would have me be,
Those who have cursed my kind never knowing
That right before their eyes their monster bleeds,
And feeds on blood with every curse flowing,
Fear not the time when monsters finally roam,
Just dont expect to find me finally home.
Published 24th Jun 2019
Author's Note
the me that's known is not me... it's better that way.
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