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Writer's pictureKenneth Curtis

Buried Crown

Updated: Oct 28, 2020

I stay quiet; silence

As I crawl through shadowed valleys

Absent of death

Covered in Phoenix ashes;


Return label attached


Hopping over enemy checkers; crowned

Society zombified through disbelief

For I rise like uncooked bread

From words whom attempted murder.

I escaped prison,

Established by demons reflected in mirrors


Life whispers my greatness amidst pain


Memories;

The lack of wanting them

And the emotions knotted along

The uncertainty,

Of love's unforeseen demise


Unconditional blessings

That destroyed blueprints of failure

Shriveled down.

Nocturnal perennials that smile


Broken waves crash;

Crawling on yesterday's drowned lullaby

The unpaid deductible of happiness

Devouring my light which twinkles silently


Validated elevation

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