My ears were ringing
I tried to get up
To endure the fluid coming off from me
And would try to run.
But you shoot me—
With your deafening glare
I've fell and winced in pain
From the agonizing flare.
My ears were still ringing
I had to get up
And to endure the fluid coming off from me
And nothing to do but to escape.
But you called me
With a massive ounce of fret
A wail of despair, a wail of a dare
Somehow, I've tried not to run.
Though it was all just a facade
And I should do nothing but to escape—
You've winced in utter pain yet now I know the fact—
Good thing I'm still intact.
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Final Amends; Short Poems ✔️
PoetryBook 3 of the "Short Poems" series. - - - "I could easily and hopelessly fall- although I'll release my all." - - - (NOTE: THE TITLES OF THE POEMS WERE ALL GOT INTENTIONALLY CAPITALIZED ON THE FIRST LETTER OF EACH WORD FOR AESTHETIC PURPOSES.) Copyr...
