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Entreated

ENTREATED The gigantic motion patrolled In the dark room immersed myself No! This can't be it's no more Giving out a shrilly sharp vocal My throat adhering to dryness What a slurred pilgrimage I didn't realise it wasn't over Drapping across my numb limbs Crawling in the dark room shivering A dark shadow appeared in roar What a sunken face with bones Was it a ghost or a demon ? No pop as my voice faded in the dark Chattering of things I knew not about Tears rolling down endlessly- Remembering the teachings in cathedral Would this really save me from furnace? blood smearing seemed a ritual Drinking from that skull like cup Presented by long bone like hands all I would mumble was readings Had the saviour arrived to lend a hand! Maybe yes maybe no I tried to swear It wasn't really though my fear overwhelmed My conscience had gone for a trip Far far away from my world though Entrapped in my own thoughts of loss I preferred taking it solo The mission meant to be accomplished Only by self and step by step I took the wrath to my own hands and all was only a symbol of cowardice.

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Date: 11/29/2020 5:13:00 AM
You really do pour everything you possibly could into your poetry...it is very much like a flood of rushing waters cascading over high rocks: a symphony of resounding crashes and pounding roars! Great poetry!! All my very best wishes, Mercy. :) john P.s keep up the good work.
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