So now you have explored the entire
park, and you think you have seen
everything; but then you catch a
glimpse of a mysterious torch, a veil.
At first glance all you see is something
of a reddish cloud. As you approach,
a cold shiver slides through your spine
like spatters of rain
sliding off your face.
So now you have taken a couple of
steps. Your curiosity has increased, for
you are wondering “Who” or “what” is
behind….
The closer you get the more your ears
pick up howling sounds silently
whispering,”What’s behind the veil?”
You step in front of me, extending
your hand to reach out to me, but
the familiar bitter taste of the desert
tangles between your teeth, and the
scent of violent fear furiously floods
your veins as you approach my
Forbidden Gates.
I don't know what I was doing when I was writing this poem. Now I think about it it confuses me, but maybe you guys understand it 😤😥😂😂.
Thanks for reading.
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A poet by night
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