Undying wish you doth pretend,
Grows strong including reprimand.
Upon the shelves of wisdom be,
Or loss of self-democracy.
Let it be shrewd, upon the cast.
Of broken bones until the last.
That lyre’s be in seek console.
Of blameless doubt and self-control.
Appropriate thyself in harm,
So curious the strongest arm.
In definition it be told.
Embarking journey of blind and bold.
Upon the nickel face I see.
The ghost appearing back to me.
Of death inclusion and self-decay.
And cities burning in months of May.
The fire quenched of lonely thirst.
Of dying not until be first.
For if thou see’st in thy grave.
My soul to die, your soul to save.
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Author:
RSM (Pseudonym) (
Online) - Published: April 6th, 2025 10:50
- Category: Unclassified
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Comments2
A poem of redemption. Not bright but dark it cries out. Nicely written
A well written write around redemption and forgiveness, nicely expressed
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