Assemblage of Failed Metaphors
Seldom do I remember how I lost the will to write
Before I even lost the will to love
I bounded my muses into a crystal gem
Dispersing prisms into trivets
A vying triumph of valour unbending
Shoving rhymes and rhythms
Until the poet in me wrote no more melancholic worded verses
Shoving the torn pages down the drain
Until the singer in me sings no love forlorn succinct hooks
Meagrely i urged on
Gradually I purge them
And every time I touch the pen ,my paper cringes a little more
And my thoughts just diverge from my converging realities
And emotions wither like fire flares
So when I have fears that I may cease to be
I sojourn there
Where I buried my departing alter ego
Unearthing the tomb of words I once sealed
Upon it which I inscribed
“An assemblage of failed metaphors “
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