I make known of myself
That neath me lies a cavern of opulence
A shimmer of decadence
That hope for realization
Notoriety dangles like a hanging fruit
And I struggle and grasp to take a bite
Chasing fading light.
Running towards the darkness.
Falling head first.
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Labyrinth
PoetryPoems I made during quarantine. A poem compilation about eating, sleeping and other things. I don't know what I have created. Read at your own risk.
