Poem: The Wieder of the Cursed Pen
Hola and Hello my beloved readers. I do not know of who all will read this. I found it my documents from February 2K24. That means, this was months ago. Now, I'm sending this out and I think without any other editing, this piece of pure emotions is ready to be read. It's complete as incomplete.
Wielder of the Cursed Pen
For it scares what lies
Scrutiny without reason reflects from their eyes
Fear wraps around and to low from high
Song for the torment
Heard moment-moment
This is the prayer I sing
Every night and Every day
I go wandering wondering a future
Is that man's nature?
The next page of the story
Read before the page to doom the story
The previous page lingers
Missed the page and not fingers
Time is spent much for my past
On what about the Present
Oh Lord, Keep me in the present
Both my mind and body present
I plead for to be in the page
The finger and the brain to be no sage
Not here then where?
In the mystics there
By heart where am I?
What is real and what is not?
I try to be good
Still, never does better than Robin Hood
I try and I can only try
It never works out for me, does it?
Oh Lord, Give me sight
Not to be blinded by blinding light
Guide me in the dark
Still, why do I adore the night?
I write too much
I don't know what such
I can't stop
I can't control
Oh Lord, Protect me!
From the lazy temptations that cover me
My protector, I only have you
I know that and this prayer is for you
Love,
Senorida Anastasia
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