Freedom

Victim of DA-Gaslighting

23/10/16

 

Why are you trying to make me seem crazy,
With every word and gesture, sly and hazy?
You twist the truth and distort the facts,
In this gaslit world, I struggle to relax.

You undermine my thoughts, my feelings, my worth,
A victim of your gaslighting since my birth.
But I won't let your deceit define my fate,
I'll reclaim my truth and break free from this state.

I'll hold on to my sanity, thought you try to steal,
In this poem, my strength and resolve, I'll reveal.
No longer your pawn, I'll break these chains,
In the face of your lies, my spirit remains.

Through the webs of deceit, I tread the road,
In the shadows of Manipulation, my truth untold.
With every lie, a story unfolds,
In this gaslit world, my spirit, they'd behold.
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Longing for the Void

In the depths of silence, a Longing Burns,
To Embrace the void, where Anger Churns,
Where shadows Dance, and echoes Fade,
Alone with myself, In A Rage Unswayed.

In this realm of emptiness, I find release,
No masks to wear, no pretense, no peace,
Just the raw essence of fury untamed,
A solitary soul, with anger inflamed.

No judgment here, no prying eyes,
No need to hide the seething cries,
In the void, I'm free to just be,
To vent, to roar, to set myself free.

No need to conform to the world's design,
In the silence, rage and truth align,
To unleash the depths of my soul's disdain,
To find the strength to embrace the pain.

I long for the void, where time suspends,
No distractions, no ties, no amends,
In the stillness, my heart finds its song,
A symphony of solitude, angry and strong.

To wander unbound through vast cosmic 
dust,
In the solitude, I learn to trust,
To face myself, my wrath, my tears,
To embrace the rage without any fears.

No one around to judge or compare,
In the void, I'm free from the world's cold 
stare,
I'll seek solace there, where stars shine 
bright,
And unleash the fury, both day and night.

For in the void, I find my truest me,
Unburdened, unbound, unfettered, and 
free,
A dance of rage, a solitary thrust,
In the boundless void, I find my trust.
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The Wicked Weave: A Coven’s Cunning

23/7/8
In shadows' cloak, where secrets dwell,
Whispers weave their intricate spell.
A guiding hand with cunning art, 
To bend the will, to play its part.
Behold the art of Odessa Fade, 
A mastermind in masquerade,
She wields her power, sly and keen, 
With choices twain, a wicked scheme.

"If you desire control," she said,
"Two choices, stark, shall lie ahead.
One, a path that's filled with fear, 
The other, draped in allure, so clear."

The first, a specter, daunting, grim,
A choice that's fraught with terror's whim.
A haunting choice, where shadows loom,
A path that leads to certain doom.

The second choice, a sweet charade,
A tempting offer, cunningly made.
A silver platter, seemingly blessed,
The path of comfort, the very best.

For many souls, enticed and swayed,
By options deftly Odessa laid,
They choose the mask of lesser pain,
To quell their doubts, their thoughts restrain.

In haste, they rush, their minds confined,
Seeking solace, the easy find.
A feeble shield, their doubts to quell, 
Under Odessa's beguiling spell.

So heed this caution, gentle heart,
When faced with choices, set apart,
Beware the charms, the false embrace, 
And see beyond her treacherous face.

For in the realms where freedom gleams, 
We must unveil these wicked schemes.
To think, to ponder, to break the mold, 
And forge our paths, both brave and bold.















			

	
					

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