The Poetic Voyage - Poetry Of Life's Journey

  A burning flame, Glaring at, the steaming lane, The land of all, massacred slaves, Ripped by love, the origin of fate. Oh, that land, the rose crammed bed, Jammed with laughs, and smiles unshed, Pure as the heart, of an infant at rest, Led by the God, of foul prospects. The enchanter, of the dark, To the illusion, of a delicate arch, With the maiden, of sweetness at heart, Stepped in to, a mirrored witchcraft. Swinging and swaying, the ballerina passionate, Sliding and leaping, the pianist considerate, Stumbling and collapsing, the maiden naïve and laid, Weeping and hollering, through the crack sorcery reigns. Maiden, sweet maiden, dumbstruck, betrayed, Threw fits at the mirrors, of the enchanted cave, Left at the wilderness, to wither and break, Oh, sweet maiden, Queen Insane. -Nataliya Ludwick- @thepoeticvoyage

With each and every drop of tear, Falling off the eyes, filled with fear, In her lips was a continuous prayer, Searching for refuge, she searched everywhere. Watching everything of her flying in the air, For you her heart was filled with much care, You cannot expect, don't you dare, That heart you broke, are you aware? She came back with refuge for you, Grabbing it, her heart you threw, She saw it break, with a smile she flew, Far away, to the place she grew. Running around, reaching the ends of the Earth, Nursing her heart, that was very much hurt, For life's victory, she continues to thirst, Realizing that, she deserves her care first, She loved herself, even in the desert, But you, with all of her pieces, she cursed. -Debra R. N. Ludwick-