Another era,
Of bounded hands,
Polarizing shadows
Of right and wrong.
Scattered demons,
All is lost,
Price of life,
Unbearable cost.
But a new found fire,
Blazing on ,
Distressed damsels
with steady arms,
Simmering revolts,
the chains are gone.
The wait is over
My time has come.
My time has come.
YOU ARE READING
Flicker of Withered Self
Poetrypoems for the crazy minds with big hearts **Disclaimer** The art on the cover is by Leonid Afremov
