Focus

I want to

Focus

On my own self

But

My own self

Doesn’t want me

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The Bleeding Heart

The bleeding heart

Cut by the sharpest edge

Of an innocent blade

Thrust into the chest

Of an unknowing man

 

His last gasps

Are the ones I’ll remember

 

Forever

Rise Of The Empress

Rise of the empress

She, originally dethroned

Written out of history

Now arisen

A part of her own hierarchy

Contained within the old guard

She is ours to cherish

And ours to destroy

Our obsession grows daily

Feet nailed to the floor

We’ve rewritten her exile

Forgotten her sins

This is a major victory for her

For she rules blindly

Into the encroaching new age

© 2018 Arron Hickman (The Harlequin Heart)