Self-torture

The greatest form of self-torture,
is not the inflicting of bodily pain,
for when eyes see but pain’s allure,
blood runs into a glass of champagne.

No! Not even Hamlet’s curse,
could plunge your soul into a fiery chamber.
When a poet savours the bitter rain,
his toxic heart blooms still bluer.

The greatest form of self-torture,
is artistry fated to breed an outcast,
denied by those resentful murmurs,
by His self-loathing, His wistful heart.

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Published in: on 31/03/2018 at 1:59 PM  Leave a Comment  

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