Life Spoil
On this tortuous path called life
I go harvesting and drinking the storms
without having too much calm...
Sometimes with the chase
of men with blind sights
I proceed staggering, among staggering...
Sad is the spoil of this life
little time of virtues
and an arsenal of mistakes...!
Copyright © Alkas Poetry | Year Posted 2023
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