Psychotic Empire
Fury unleashed
By an Enlightened soul.
Future unfolded,
But she's not a fool.
Twilight has come,
And the passage is true:
What comes with the day,
In the night remains too.
She prays 'tis a dream;
She hopes to soon wake.
If not to be so,
May her dawn never break.
Screaming and pleading,
Her most humblest desires;
Her mind being built,
A Psychotic Empire!
Post Comments
Poetrysoup is an environment of encouragement and growth so only provide specific positive comments that indicate what you appreciate about the poem. Negative comments will result your account being banned.
Please
Login
to post a comment
Turn off ads, get more exposure for your poetry, and get more features with a
Premium Membership.
