I lay benumbed
on a heap of hay,
beseeching the wilful wind
to take me away
Smothered by deception,
monuments of hope lay demolished
In a tired soul
awaiting resurrection
Will the grey skies begin to clear,
or will my woes
stay buried forever?
asks an unshed tear
Burdened by worry, i look up
At the sungrazed sky,
undeterred and blue,
waiting to gather hue
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Such a lovely flow to this one. It's not easy to do that with such detailed terminology. It's fantastic ♥️
Thank you dear poet..glad you liked it🥰
This poem seems a metaphoric musing on life and its end and the clouded view of its end. Very nicely written in most poetic style a fave
Thank you so much ,dear poet🥰
You are most welcome
Like "beseeching the willful wind to take me away."
Thank you dear poet
Well written Your revolves around feelings of hopelessness and the search for clarity and relief from pain. It juxtaposes the weight of burdens with the desire for liberation. I love how you painted an imagery related to nature and the sky to symbolize hope and potential renewal.
Thank you so much, dear poet..i'm glad you liked it🥰
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