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DKN Nov 14
How does one find the rhythm to write
How does he with the ink pen define
Emptiness so sudden and still rhyme?

I forgot tenth-grade poetry class
My certificate will gather dust
And I will author a tale of heart

Stanzas, lines and rhymes: these I know well
But inside I don't want to reflect
I want to bleed on the page till it soaks red

So how does one find the rhythm of life
How does he make it all rhyme
And still recover his long lost smile?
DKN Nov 13
The day has been long
And the toil has proven hard
But in the end, all for which we have labored,
in whose harvest we placed great hope,
was indeed fruitful
While there were losses and betrayers
We kept firm the lesson in our hearts and minds
and it has guarded us all this time
Even as we bid thee a goodnight
know that just as dark falls heavy on lands over yonder
and similarly harks the call of light come the morn
so must you cherish hope in barren times
that the end is far from thee
for after darkness, a new light ever is foreseen
DKN Oct 31
What was meant to be was never set in stone
It was always dependent on our will to live
and make it so
DKN Sep 12
I am tired
But I can’t sleep
I am sick of running
But I can’t  stay
I want to move
But there’s a trap ahead
I want to go back
But I’m many steps too late
DKN Oct 2022
Forget me don't forget me
the lone star is aglow
and I fade beneath
its light of sorrow
the same light
that shimmers you so
DKN Oct 2022
not from a reflection or from

reliving an awkward *****-up

and feeling my brain crunch

Instead, I saw myself

in a dozen eyes darting mine

and in hushed murmurs with my passing by

I saw my form

in the empty space within four walls

and for the first time in a long while

I sobbed
You are not alone
DKN Oct 2022
How terrible a blow
to believe in my beating chest
this much I ought to know
but 'tis gentle to forget
your shortlived "forevermore"s
your "never let you go"s
my word, I should have guessed
even with a very odd thought
all the while lingering in my head
that any truth can be born
of enough deceiving breath
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