The weight // of the mask // grows heavier // with each // convincing lie

 

poetry by LadyDarkrage

 

Poetess LadyDarkrage inspires me. She looks at her darkness and unleashes it ever so truthfully and gently. She injects yang into the yin and by doing so she keeps a certain amount of balance. Though burdened by her darkness, I imagine her as a brilliant colour.

 

I was dead inside
My spirit shattered
Laying in a heap on the ground
Until I felt his warmth

excerpt form her poem Angel’s wings


www.enigmaticshadesofme.wordpress.com

also on twitter @LadyDarkrage

 

 

 

 

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