I have to peel the layers,
My subconscious awaits,
Look beyond the prayers,
What’s beyond those gates?
Read More »Beyond the Black Gate
Author: The Lady Prince
I started writing when I was little but didn't start sharing my work until suffering a trauma.
I thought it could be a way for me to help others dealing with similar issues, and gain confidence as a writer.
Bumps in the road are a common occurrence here, I may not always be the best at posting content, but I will always come back.
As for me, I live in Scotland, I have too many craft hobbies to list, and I share my life with my better half and our cat.
Lines Form in the Underworld.
It’s a sinking kind of sadness,
Times been cut short,
Some stand by this madness,
Malpractice is now its own sport.
We could have been saved,
They weren’t concerned,
We climbed the second wave,
One hundred and thirty thousand graves.
By the third our hope is in sight,
Trials have been successful,
The vaccine will end our plight,
The year of lockdowns has been stressful.
Variants engulf the world,
A fourth wave stands above us,
Lines form in the underworld,
We’re told hindsight while we fuss.
This week I was inspired by the news, here in the UK a lot of accusations have been made, and they have made me perpetually sad.
It could all be nonsense, or made up of a million lies, but even just the thought of it haunts me.
As always stay safe, thank you so much for taking the time to read my new poem, and let’s hope we get out of this soon.
Almost double vaccinated,
Emma.
How Far You Have Gone.
You where taken away,
For telling the hard truth,
I had to pay,
Like the outspoken youth.
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Thoughts and Whispers.
Cursed and Alone.
When Nightmares Reign
Unravelling.
Empty tin can in the street,
Steer clear of the car,
Broken and beat,
It could’ve gone far.
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A New Dawn.
I’ve been abusing myself,
Inside my own head,
Kindness on the bookshelf,
Only slurs are being fed.
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