ENDURE

Andrew Guzaldo

"A Malady so sharp,

It transfixed to my soul,

it embroiled my world,

A deception so animated,

 

Those vines in my Heart,

Stifling my breath,

The thorns of Sorrow,

Grasping my minds Perplexity,

 

Chaos and Misery all at once,

A bundle so priceless yet,

Better than none,

The Malady of the Soul,

 

That only time can cure,

For now I must wait,

With this pain so pure,

Is this another day,

I must ENDURE?"

Andrew Guzaldo 2017

 

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  • Author: Andrew Guzaldo (Pseudonym) (Offline Offline)
  • Published: December 18th, 2017 21:49
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