MY BROKEN PAST
The wind stroking my eyebrows
As I try to assuage my sorrows
The guilts of my past
Lie await in my path
My yesterday has become an assassin
That exterminates the enthusiasm of my tomorrow
My today whiffs with the redolence of sin
As all my drives are engulfed in sorrow
(C) PoeticLord
Copyright © Darlington Lordkelvin | Year Posted 2024
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