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Soul’s Beset I craved, I wished, I cursed for I did not feel. Huddled in blankets, listening to drizzle I bind the broken shards whole, Disregarding the stain upon my soul. Cry into the mocking starry night, Incomparable to a candle snuffed early. Wait for the promised dawn, With rain comes flood. Drown. Forget being, sink into the drink of sorrow. Needy I embrace a silhouette. She is the air brush against skin A partner to aid me with my sin. Ultimately left with dried cheeks and heart numbed for a time more. Satiated blood turns to ink Stained sheets record the latest brink. Lia Kim | 17/5/25

Cursed by god, blessed by verse

Soul's Beset
Written 17/5/25

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I was sat at my desk, staring at my screen mindlessly. Until the clock ticked past 3. No memory of the day – I had let time run astray I had no memory of today. I sat at my desk the next day, Sitting and playing like any other kid may. Yet my body didn't feel the same. My mind held different memories, Different keys to the same house. Yet it unlocked anyway. I try to focus, with my strung-out memories, But the confusion eats at me. I sat in a lesson the other day, the proof in the mark - No absences or lates. Yet, I can't recall a thing of what that happened that day. I turn to the door of my house. Its lock is ever changing, Yet i thought i lived here alone. But clearly someone else had been sitting on my throne. Knocking it down piece by piece until i had no memories. No clear understanding of what lies in me. No clear idea of identity.

It’s probably for my safety, After all, why would my memories be so hazy? Why when I try to think back, Would i end up in a mess of black? Why when everyone talks about the past, Would mine be so fast, To be gone, To be missing, To be anywhere but inside my head, Anywhere but the memories I dread, To think what happened to them For it to be such a hidden gem, To me, for my spirit to be too free, Giving away the key. So now i sit, my mind an empty pit. Too many voices, too many things. So much silence, so empty my home. I can't figure out who i am, My memory split and identity unfit. I go to my door, the lock changed once more. The key in my hand, the key in some other hand. The hands all belong to me, yet... its not me Who opens the door, who sees the sun rise once more.

I like writing poetry and I thought this was the most relevant to me rn so enjoy!! First post kinda nervous 😓
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