Devoid
Three petals down, I feel moss-grown...
Nightcore is the tempestuous phrase,
She feels withdrawn, I reclose,
He indrawn his heart, I disclose...
Until this night is over,
All alone, I can't fight my fear,
Trapped in my anxiety, I battle the four walls,
Fragile piety, am a wrecked gall...
Snugged in my heart, infinitely a hold to.
Copyright © Alshaad Kara | Year Posted 2021
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