Note Penned For Betterment by Jessica Ni Leacai

I thought of ways, I wrote them, penned in letters to the mind,
but how they melted from the pages as if I could not prove useful,
myself, this deviant left in her sorrows and no lifeboats coming.

I destroyed all items, in rage I ripped them, how they devoured my soul,
in metric systems not understood by passers-by but yet they knew me, 
strangers, and I would not wish them good day for the want of the world.

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About jessienileacai

Irish speaker and artist. I love music, art, languages,literature, history, travel, photography, and comedy. I love Ireland, my heritage, the old ways and the beauty and people of this small island and its surrounding tiny islands
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