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 © | Year Posted 2024

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