Free Verses – Sleeping Crystals

Belongs To The Pages

A worn out notebook Blank pages A mind’s best friend A lost soul’s true companion. Twisted words, written backwards But

Pierce of daggers Daggers of witchery Tainted by the enemy’s blood Corrupt intruder With its lack of permission To enter

Ms Bitter comes back With its wrinkled pale skin and haunting aura Ms Bitter pays me a visit every now

Grab your scissors And cut the paper Always on the line Never leave the line. Cut precisely on the lines

Afraid is not the right term, Perhaps, blocked it is With two crossed swords. Guard is up When guard is

On the eve of a powerful portal, I make my dreams my reality. I invite trust to be my companion