Miserable

Our heart looks to the light
My ship-wrecked road is shabby.
Our promise is not the big lovers,
My layout, my tune, my misery.

Resistance every time I walk
I imagined the giant,
Desperate, confused, how to walk
My scales, my weighing, my time is miserable.

Laughs
Replicates, more scolding tricks,
The sadness of the cradle sees the bales,
Half, I'm missing, it's all wretched.

Maya has kept the enslaved enslaved captive,
We're out of direct credit
Prophetic prophecy
My hall, my square, my place is miserable.

We've got a blackout
The figure from our floor is cut,
Our record is printed on the seal
My history, my star, his name is miserable.

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Beata Agustin

Date: 4/18/2025 11:38:00 PM

Thanks for sharing this... exposing your thoughts through your unique poetic style. Meanwhile, I greet you with the love of the Lord, expressed by John 3:16 of the Bible, "For God so loved the world, that he gave his only begotten Son, that whosoever believeth in him should not perish, but have everlasting life." Be blessed.