He wakes up in the dawn
Only to fall asleep again.
"Oh it shall be done later,
I'll make it upto myself soon."
He keeps feeding his mortal with lies
as the hollyhock at his chamber door
Wilts itself in gloom.
He moves a thousand mountains for all
But one thing for himself and he shall flee.
He posses the power to shrivel himself
And he exploits it with glee.
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Midnight Escapades
PoetryThis book comprises of original works of poetry which revolve around my life experiences, thoughts and ideologies, readers may or may not agree/ relate with some of them. But I nonetheless expect y'all to be kind and generous with your comments. ⚠️...
