Free me
from my thoughts,
the constant demons
that remind me of her bloody scent –
She left stains of her fragrance,
not even ignorance
can wash off -:
As I rush off
to a room where he left
his innocence behind;
took his troubled mind
to a world that is so unkind
to the fainthearted –
He was good hearted
until he fell in love with scenes
that encouraged gender inequality;
I blame it all on television;
I wish I could tell -a -virgin
to take pride in himself;
Grab a book from the shelf
and feed his brains
instead of his desires,
I’ve seen lust curse away
a daughter from her mom’s sight
to a burial site -:
From the Horizons
of the South,
from hand to mouth;
there are still miles
ahead of me –
As I walk barefooted,
heading into the future,
I’ve left a trail of blood stains
all over the ground -:
Don’t ever feel pity for me,
I chose my own fate
and so these garments of faith
will keep me warm
during every winter
season -:
Escapist O.M
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Poetry:The fall off
PoesíaThis is a book composed of 10 poems on the fall off Different views of life as different people
