We were never apart
Held you close whilst the yob burnt the fragile huts
Screaming new born was soon to be cinders,
Dust arose from the ground,
As a diminishing wind quickly passed
If we close our eyes,
This agony may go;
The ego of evil may perish.
A cliche these words are:
But hold me tight,
Until the morning drains the night.
Then let us sweep their sin away,
And reform living to a point:
Where sanity can be swallowed
As we raise our glasses:
To another day for living
To another second of being strong.
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Midnight Thoughts
PoesíaThis is my first poem that I wrote on wattpad and I named this "Midnight Thoughts" because I write all my poems at midnight. (I know, it's strange.)
