Etudes

I scribe of things I've never known And sing of wounds I've never shown. While young, God pardons every lie, Though mercy stings when truth's denied. I paint betrayal lush and green, But blacks its shade unseen, unclean. No rush, life's script will test my pen or Spare me. Luck may laugh again. Etudes on themes, unchained and free. My unsung hymns, they hum in me. Vice, lies, love's crooked design. Rough drafts of a fractured shrine. I split the world to good and vice, But shades of gray now blur the lines. The straight path calls, yet bends ahead, A fork where doubt will steer my tread. Some rise from mud, some drown in gold. I walk unscathed, my story cold. No risks, no temptation's snare. A soul too cautious to despair. Etudes on themes, unchained and free. My unsung hymns, they hum in me. Dilemmas, choices, roads untried. Waypoints on fate's relentless ride. A line about the rain, the sun. I wrestle words till verse is spun. Inspiration's ghost, it comes, it flees. Some poets starve, yet still they bleed. The muse versus skill, eternal fight. A headache pounding through the night. For lines I beg duelists of art. They scoff then tear my chest apart. Etudes on themes, unchained and free. My unsung hymns, they hum in me. Dilemmas, choices, roads untried. Waypoints on fate's relentless ride. Etudes on themes, unchained and free. My unsung hymns, they hum in me. Dilemmas, choices, roads untried. Waypoints on fate's relentless ride.