Just a Confession

Poetae Opus

The atmosphere becomes red when,

I breathe the fragrance,

Of unlawful souls;

 

Never my body will be the sacrifice,

Of an ungrateful lamb;

 

Never a tear will be wept,

To appease a thorny rose;

 

It is said that,

The Glory of Dawn has arisen,

To lift up the spirits,

 

Whereas the faithful have reached,

Their place,

Among the Chosen One;

 

In which I'll never dance,

On broken ceiling,

Unless the trees give,

Their last screaming,

Around this town;

 

I will unsheathe my sword when,

Mocking specters separate,

Madness from Love;

 

Even between a virtue,

And a weakness;

 

A temple is willing,

To be born and grow,

Among the sadness.

 

 

 

  • Author: Poetae Opus (Offline Offline)
  • Published: April 27th, 2017 10:42
  • Category: Spiritual
  • Views: 31
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  • 🐤s.zaynab.kamoonpuri🌷🐦😽

    Spiritually sublime and intense. Great freeverse style. Thumbs up.

    Pls do comment my latest poem too, u r most welcome to.

    • Poetae Opus

      Thanks for your comment.

    • Goldfinch60

      Good powerful write.



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