Silouhettes among the clouds of hesitation,
Shall I or Shall I not;
The dam has been broken;
Who shall stop now?
The water from drowning the fields.
All the crops I planted;
My very own children I nutured;
To the fledgelings at home;
Will their bellies fill with stories?
.
I sat by the wall;
knowing not;
The debts I had.
No more there is the beauty,
Of the ornaments of our tragedy,
forgive me my soulmate;
I choose to not sell our souls next.
.
I repent playing this game of life,
All I gamble,
Only to lose
I shall not bet further,
There shall be no more turns played.
.
My eyes have closed,
To the ravens of death raging on my crops;
All that lies on my throat,
Tied to the thread which brought me peace.
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MIRROR OF ME | Poetry
Poetrya dance to the fleeting emotions, notes to the music of life, a story of everything felt and told yet still, so many stories; so very untold. Of nights spent in solace of people so much more. Rankings: 🥇#poetry - 40 [26/12/23] 🥇#po...
