Bardism

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… and oh, what a foolish simpleton my heart has create me as. The slight bit of attention by her, solidified my demise. She must’ve been laughing up a storm as I poured out my poetic heart. I allowed myself to become an emotional yo-yo, to be toyed with. Thinking I was relating on a personal and emotional level but discovering nothing could’ve been further from reality. Another scar, broken trust shattered and now bleeding from a torn heart. I’m a poet, cursed to never learn from the pain, inflicted silently by another. Its time for me to meander back into the cold heart of…silent misery.

 

Poet of the Light © 2018

Published by Poet of the Light

I like to steal your breath as you stutter to whisper the word beautiful after reading. I'm a poetic writer, an aberrational one of sorts. I don't write for the world seeking conformity to a style or some label of free expression, I permit my heart to whisper, while I serve as it stenographer and publisher. I'm honored my readers serve as its witnesses. What you may infer from this site; my hearts process or what it has to say, is strictly up to you to decide for yourself. I do appreciate comments in whatever degree of appreciation or criticism others feel the need to leave behind. I hope to respond in kind to them with a thank you openly or in a private conversation. Feel free to contact me if you so wish.

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