I wondered;
wherein were the masons-
grazed my fingers upon, those decaying walls,
of your city-
ghost quiet, decanted of time's venom.
.
The dust encamps on the roads;
Footprints erased off the mud.
door perished by termites-
wherein someday,
you lay imprisoned.
.
I wondered;
what happened to the tyrant-
embellished upon;
the trenches where you hid.
.
I looked around,
and found the masons at work-
raising stones on the soil.
You stood with the tyrant;
similing within.
.
How many cities shall you build,
how many more walls shall rise?-
tell me how long, before the tides of the rampant sea
knocks them over again.
You shall still cower in your cage,
whipped by the tyrant within.
.
Let the horses loose;
run free-
for once, run free.
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Mirror Of Me | Poetry ✔
Poetry[a poetry collection] a 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...
