Could It be That I Lost
I lost in this lonely Fight
A fight to seize tomorrow
Tomorrow, that was going to be My Flight
For the lights, they are guiding my sight
But My sight only looks in the night
The Night is soon to end
When shall my own chapter begin?
For I am, but a woman
Delicate, in disguise
Is this what is left for me to live?
Wherefore dust I fall,
To learn, but unlearn
Why should I assist inside
For my eyes gaze the beauty outside
There are no answers, but to sit and wait
Satisfaction only is for men and I am a dreamer
Fantasy is my life now
Nowhere can I hide in shame
Pray till life dies slowly
Die in effortless refrain.
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Death By a Pen: A Poem's Paradise
PoetryThey are just heart bleeding poems. Read it. Laugh at my stupidity. Relive my life one verse at a time.