Sunrise to Sunset
Back in the day,
As I lay awake,
Thoughts would surge
And come to play.
With the power I held,
They were so compelled,
They saw it as a threat,
That day, I'll never forget.
Backed into a corner,
With no place to run,
They seized everything,
I was left to none.
In a cold cell, I awoke,
Seeing everything blood-soaked.
Hearing the sounds of torment,
I knew I'd be under the cement.
I trembled in fear,
Dread, for those I hold dear.
As I await for my turn,
I vow, your regime will burn.
A collection of poems written by aquintaine
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Melancholia.
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