Roxanne Boubion-Martin Poet Rhyme

The Viking

I am down on bended knee asking god for a plea

I am just I of what I used to be

I am a forgotten memory

Thus I want to turn and flee

My composure is dewelling as I gather strength for sanity

I feel I lost touch with humanity

My soul will never have clarity

I will forever be in obscurity

Knowing I am selfish in vanity




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Beata Agustin April 10, 2024 at 8:40 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.

Poet Destroyer A February 7, 2016 at 11:04 PM AWESOME