Random Unsorted Drafts / 12 May 2019

LIES

I grabbed my pen

And started scribbling,

Doodling a scythe and

a Grim Reaper,

I turned to words

Expressing anger,

I twisted; I turned

And then fuck it,

I ripped the paper

Into a million pieces,

I took my lighter

And lit the ghost,

I fed my desire

Into the fire,

I chanted the words

So long forgotten,

Of revenge and

Butchering Barbie’s babies,

The bell tolled thrice

A death-knell sighing,

Sigh…

Forgetting this I can not do,

Forgiving this I will not do,

Yesterday’s Lie becomes

Today my sorrow,

Forlorn my life – foregone

Tomorrow

About The Author

Hayden Veil

In an earlier incarnation, Hayden Veil enjoyed a successful career in software engineering, writing late-night poetry in pursuit of sanity. On 2 February 2020, the world of Hayden Veil changed: Ghosts became real and with its soul laid bare there was no turning back from the perpetual path of poetry.