The River of Lethe
The river of Lethe shall cleanse my mind
And remove you like how the sand
Is washed away by the euphoric waves
Of a raging river, that strech from miles
The river of oblivion from far away
Is a great way to escape pain and agony
Along the promises made but been forgotten
Like a constant undeniably tragic pattern
As I wield my words making a tragic poem
While remembering your promises, I condemn
Ain't broken but forgotten instead
As you bathe in the river of tears.
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Our Untold Story
PoetryThis is our story, Our Untold Story. This book is a bit messy since this is my very first poetry book.
