Agony
A thousand words may not suffice,
The yearning buried deep in heart.
My desire is stoned on a precipice,
Left to the mercy of foreign influence.
To hold you one more time,
Before you enter the realm of your chosen woman
Is greater than mountains I've conquered.
Apart from being caged to my own misery,
The only thing that holds me in place
Is the fact that I was stripped of the chance
Of laying a single eye on you
Long before I even heard those three little words from you.
April 1, 2020
11:40PM
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100 Days || Poetry
Poetry2nd Place : The Pantheon Awards 2020 100 Days. 100 thoughts. 100 poems. Welcome to my newest collection of poems written based on what random things that comes into my mind. Be it pain, or happiness. Join me as I challenge myself to write from scra...
