"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)
- Published: December 18th, 2017 21:49
- Category: Unclassified
- Views: 14
Comments1
Pretty good.
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