Dragging myself,
Upon my thorns,
Crying blood was all,
That I've done;
Such Eagerness of mine,
To create,
Some Excitement in life
Led me,
How to be reborn,
By enjoying my spoil!
I know the opposites are necessary,
But being inclined on one side is
Like an abyss,
We choose to fall down;
In which,
My past is still haunting me,
Like a snake surrounding my neck;
I'm able to change it all;
Such an Energy given to me is
A gift that will never cease,
To lift me up;
Whereas being at peace is,
My key to exist;
Only my eyes will reveal,
Such a spirit that's behind
Every deed!
For I will never end up,
Among fragile desires!
- Author: Poetae Opus ( Offline)
- Published: January 13th, 2018 15:47
- Category: Unclassified
- Views: 36
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