A continuation of Seen Under the Silent Night Sky
Regret and shame, inside the tomb,
I stood sentinel day and night
For fear and anxiety posit a thought,
'They are immortal,
Don't let your guard down.'
Dawn arrived, soft shards of light,
Sun's warmth, a sweet caress
Yonder in the moor of past,
Compassionate rain pours,
For all its faults,
It did build me strong.
Land of the present,
It's full of voices
Voices that anchor me
As the shovel's digs
Once sealed the inner cracks.
Four walls house us,
Opposite the tomb
Four walls shield me,
The tomb a tale of yore.
Four arms keep me afloat,
With promise of love
Four arms keep me afloat,
With promise of more.

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PoetryJust a bunch of poems written as and when I feel to write them