A bleak ballad, blissful and enchanting,
Lush and earnest chanting,
The voices around me a mesmerizing melancholy,
A blood curdling paradox, endless and unholy.
Jovial and intoxicating,
Dark yet dazzling,
I danced to the sounds, sweeping and elegant,
Like a puppet on a string or a grave of someone irrelevant.
The air tasted like doting astringent abuse,
Toxic, bitter, painful, yet trying to leave was no use.
The images around my swayed eerily with my imagination,
Scornful, euphoric, figments of my creation.
Bleeding feet, spinning mind, I couldn't stop dancing,
Seething, exhilarating, my body felt enchanting.
I couldn't wake up from my own didactic mind,
Imprisoned by my own madness, sanity confined.
Oct/2023
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Rise Above (My Writing Book: Poetry, Haiku, Etc)
PoetryA collection of me trying out and practising forms of writing. Including poetry, haiku, anaphora loops, etc. This book is me completely experimenting with different writing styles. I am a complete newbie poet and amateur writer just publishing my wo...
