Unexplained, uninvited, you came
Oblivious to race, age or gender
Vicious and vile your effects
Tormenting the body
Piercing the soul
Crushing the sprit
Yet, a glimmer of hope beckons
Fighting against you
Though it seems you have triumphed
You are vanquished
As one returns to the Maker
Tears are dried, pain no more
Running free in the everlasting…
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2 comments:
it's like so sad. we usually only write something or write well when we are melancholic. do you realize that? sigh ...
let's do that again. a one, a two, a three ... SIGH ...
Thanks.. Ya, I realise that too.. greatest inspiration flows from melancholic moments... hmm... akin to beauty for ashes, I guess. That's the only consolation...
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