In a dense suffocating cloak
Night falls
Cold and abandoned I am
The salvation
To which I sacrifice myself
Flares once, then ceases to exist
Smothered by an abyss
All my hope sickens and dies
My passion throbs no more
How could you tear us asunder?
Demons surround me
Crying
Save us from ourselves....
By. Waluvengo Olga Yvonne
Poets Note:
Hi there! I hope you're doing good. I woke up this morning on the wrong side of the bed, or so I believe, my spirits were definitely low, know what I do when that happens? I write. There you have it, a little poem inspired by a not so good morning, emotions of sadness... What do you think of it? Let me know. See you tomorrow! :-)
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