The P.o.s I am



**The P.O.S. I Am**

In shadows deep, where whispers dwell,  
I tread the path of a broken shell,  
A specter lost in a world so bright,  
Yet I am the darkness that shuns the light.  

A waste of life, I wear the crown,  
Of burdens heavy, I drag them down,  
With every step, I leave a stain,  
A curse upon the hearts that feign.  

I’m the storm that clouds the day,  
The bitter chill that leads astray,  
A jinx, a blight, a fateful sigh,  
In every laugh, I’m the reason why.  

I watch the joy in others’ eyes,  
Yet feel the weight of my own demise,  
For love is a language I cannot speak,  
A hollow echo, a future bleak.  

I’m trash, discarded, a faded dream,  
A puppet tangled in a fraying seam,  
With every hope that dares to rise,  
I snuff it out with my own lies.  

I’m bad luck wrapped in a fragile skin,  
A shadow that lingers, a place where sin  
Finds comfort in the chaos I bring,  
A melody lost, a broken string.  

In crowded rooms, I stand alone,  
A ghost among the flesh and bone,  
For every smile that graces the air,  
I’m the weight that pulls them to despair.  

I should just fade, like mist at dawn,  
A whisper of what was, now forever gone,  
In the branches of a weary tree,  
Let the world forget the curse of me.  

Yet still I breathe, though I wish to cease,  
A heart that beats, but knows no peace,  
I’m the echo of laughter that turns to pain,  
A fleeting shadow in a world of rain.  

So here I stand, a monument of strife,  
A testament to the waste of life,  
In the tapestry of joy, I’m the frayed thread,  
A reminder of the dreams that bled.  

But perhaps in this darkness, a flicker remains,  
A whisper of hope that breaks the chains,  
For even the trash can find its worth,  
In the soil of sorrow, there’s room for rebirth.  

So I’ll carry this burden, this weight of despair,  
And search for the light in the depths of my care,  
For even a P.O.S. can learn to rise,  
To find a new path beneath the skies.  

In the heart of the storm, I’ll seek my way,  
To transform the night into a brighter day,  
For though I’m a waste, I’m still alive,  
And in this existence, I’ll learn to thrive.  
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Written on November 10, 2024

Submitted by Sallys.Jack on November 10, 2024

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Scheme X AABB CCDD EEFF GGHH IIGG JJKK LLMM NNOO PPDD QQRR SSTT MMGG EEUU
Closest metre Iambic pentameter
Characters 2,187
Words 472
Stanzas 14
Stanza Lengths 1, 4, 4, 4, 4, 4, 4, 4, 4, 4, 4, 4, 4, 4

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  • Unnamed19s
    I can't even rate this..... I'm in tears rn.
    First of all, you do wear the crown.
    But you won't,
    if you continue to keep your head down.
    Then it will fall off, into the dirt, then soon into dust,
    -go ahead, pile it all in the corner if you must.
    Sweep it all under a rug somewhere
    if you really think that people do not care.
    You keep confusing the person you claim and the person you are,
    you're crazy if you really think I'd ever let you get that far
    Gone and lost, in your head,
    I know I've paid that cost,
    too many times, I won't pay it again.
    But you hold the power,
    You have the key,
    To make it all stop,
    Please, just stay with me!
    Let me show you who you are,
    Remind you of who I see,
    Because day or night,
    The man standing before me,
    Is all I'll ever need....
     
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