The death knell sounds far away... too far away
The silence at the iron gates is dense
A forest stretches overgrown, a dark parade
I plan my course, go over my defense.
Seems like eons since I let myself have faith,
And when I do, my sheer incompetence stings.
Sometimes i feel like nothing but a glowing wraith -
Just a dim light, powerless, floundering.
And because i yearn to make a lasting change,
I know my path, I know my final aim.
And nothing still or moving dare affect my range.
Believe in me or not, I won't be tamed.
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Love me or Leave me
PoetryHonestly, i write all over the place. But the fact remains, I love writing. Writing for the hell of it. No clear purpose, just pure imagination. And let the words take me where they will. This is a buncha poems from 2019 and 2018. Going backward ch...
