Havoc within

Kana

Drink the sorrows I gave

Years came back from the distance I gave

Take my hands wreak my havoc

The flower became brittle from the ever so touch of your darkening grace

Don’t take this for granted for I will be the poison to your veins

                                       K.N

  • Author: Kana (Offline Offline)
  • Published: January 16th, 2022 22:40
  • Category: Sad
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  • Users favorite of this poem: L. B. Mek
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  • L. B. Mek

    'Take
    my hands
    wreak
    my havoc.
    The flower, became brittle
    from the ever-so touch
    of your darkening, grace'
    if you have time
    please lookup the deplorable origins
    of the word/term cry 'havoc',
    to its origins
    beyond, Shakespeare's use...
    then realise
    just how much insight
    your words showcase, in this
    brief write of acute awareness
    of self and other's..
    (if you already know
    then you'll hopefully recognise
    what a triumph of self worth
    you've penned here)
    thanks for sharing, dear Poet



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