Poetry

Bitter Truth

The drops iridescent
on parched lips…

Memories lovingly lent
on solitary trips…

Rays radiant sent
with mischievous tricks…

Your signs what they meant?
Bitter truth drowned in sips…

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Poetry

Laconic Lashings

For alms of calm I pray,

With winds of change I sway,

The night is desolate dark,

Peace shattered by an inhumane bark,

In shrines of broken empty lives,

Fractured fragments continue to thrive,

The chains of seductive sedative thought,

In wrought iron chains impotent brains caught,

Sorry excuses in silent sympathy,

Now rollick around for empathy,

Weakened limbs now buckle down,

Under weight of the world’s crown,

In this afterglow I walk away,

Lest my chaos, lead me astray.

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