Night One
These wet dew drops keep appearing on my cheek.
I ask my eyes not to weep, yet again they keep.
Night Two
I fear the dark ember burning rage inside of me
It tells tales of mass deception not silenced in plea.
Night Three
I have an answer sushed by ignorance and glee
If not heard how will I protect what's close to me?
Night Four
If tongues could be cut I would slay them in three
Not for us, have them swallow whole the poisoned peice
Night Five
You claim a pure heart whilst you shackle the innocent
Ready to kill him over a rumour worth not a single cent
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Author:
Magi (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: December 31st, 2016 04:52
- Comment from author about the poem: Situations bring out emotions that sometimes leave you in tears.
- Category: Family
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Comments2
Very different presentation. I like your poem and the message. Happy New Year!
Thank you! I hope your holidays were one for the books!
Yes. I enjoy the times. I wish the same for you!
rumors are just public lies.
good poem in the telling.
nice form as well. write on ww
Rumours are scary, but lies nonetheless! Thank you for your support, I'll keep at it!
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