Mid cries
We wait, wait
Cry, wail and mourn
Sing of the sad
Slaughter for the dead
Man must eat at all times
The sad that saddens me
The worst it has become
Never seeing love.
A true one time
Love disappears
To the soil it came
Shall it return
The prophet’s words.
The cares from the distance
Why didn’t you tell us of the impending?
So, lost
They came to cry
Woke up at last
But in the end
Nothing can be done
Its life.
They gather
Fill up the compound
Sing of humanity’s worst plan
Sing of the late too
The shocked children all stare
Their innocence counts them out
For sweet melodies fill up their ears
sadness
Society speaks
Speaks of the early end
An empty house
The praise of a corpse
Why wait for death
The death more praised than
Being born
Sadness
The truth
Why rob love out of life
Why take her like a homeless drunkard at night.
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Woman
Poetry'Woman' is a collection of poems that explores themes of love lust emancipation grief death loneliness and all about a she in my world.
