Count Dracula

Me... - Poem by Count Dracula

It was a whisper, still and quaint
It was a secret, silent and in wait
Until the time came when the world fell
Cracked on the floor and released from its shell
Shattering like glass, my heart did break
Had only my trembling hands remembered what was at stake
No one knew, as the tears hid in a bottle
Of myself, I made a model
Reformed and stepped out into the air
Only to see, that wasn't fair
Not to them but to me
For giving in to what they think I should be
Perfect, reflexive, and good…
Somehow I believe they knew I would,
Change for them as I had
Now that I see…I am somewhat glad
I hid in shadow but my reward snuck up on me
And I was replenished by a little destiny
Kindling in private I will slowly step out from my cave
I will stride into the light and engrave,
My name into my face

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Poem Submitted: Monday, January 14, 2013

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