Scars
i was born with scars on my soul
tales foretold by each of my mole
I have a painful lore
as i might not be here to sing once more
vast tides of shame I bore
the journey as a stranger aimed at unknown
crownless king of misfortune unshone
ruling the shadows of the past
before my cries burn in the flames of rotting time
i know you love me more
sweet death, embrace me therefore
rid me of this pain, i can bare no more
from this prison of solitude
I would ever be in your gratitude.
Copyright © Ravi Kiran | Year Posted 2013
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