TWISTED SCRIPT
When fate keeps killing me
I have become a puppet made of clay.
I the marionette follow this unknown script,
part by part revealed.
I clashed with you, a fine puppet
Incidental, divine revelation.
we mingle, our threads twisting together.
our fates aligning.
I thought you loved my madness
Suddenly.
Hammer you brandish and strike at my only human part.
My beautiful glass heart.
Shatter.
Sweet red nectar pours.
I rebuild this pace maker.
A portion now clay.
our fates still intertwined
The fragments stay in my chest as in mind.
Aching still,
I heal.
At what cost.
I have graced you with a short piece,
Week after a full length poem shall be posted
Stay along for the ride, I’m just getting started.


Beautiful. Simply stunning. And it caters to my short attention span too! No wasted words. Just poetry
Beautiful!! From the rhythm to the word choice, this breathes, in the best way. Looking forward to more.