Swansong

This is my swan song

I lay down my pen with a trembling sigh,

Curtailing the voice of my dreaming muse,

For none remain to read, and none to buy.

This is my swan song

I silence the rhythm within my soul,

Wiping away the thoughts once bold,

As my quiet resolve meets a world grown cold.

This is my swan song

The ink shatters beneath my trembling hand,

The nib, once noble, breaks on barren land,

For my verses found no honour, no demand.

So let the reel world shine and rise,

While my stardust dreams in silence die.

No final ovation, no curtain call

Just the hush of a poet who gave her all 

Dissertation of Ego

I was born in your heart’s deep core,

To sharpen pride, and rise once more.

Styled in grace, in mirrored hue,

I wore your charm, and walked with you.

Adorned with crowns you strove to gain,

I bathed in glory, drank your fame.

Yet etched in me, your silent ache,

The wounds they gave, the smiles they fake.

I never falter, never fall—

I am the echo in your call.

I am the fire that burns in you,

Your shadow’s truth, forever true.

But oft I spark a silent war,

Not with yourself—but those you adore.

My voice resists the bowed-down head,

And feeds on words once left unsaid.

Forgive I can, forget I won’t—

For slights and stings, I guard and gloat.

A friend, a flame, a foe, a guide—

I am your ego, deep inside.

Rain Drain

The moaning of trees,

Floods the pastures

And the tears of cloud,

Drenches the soil,

As the wrath of nature,

Can't be shielded

With the screams of man.