Through Woods
The blue moon is on the rise,
Night is about black
But there are sparkles and
Trails left behind;
It is full of dreams
I am of scars
I am pale
I am of chemicals
"Caged and crushed "
Wearing a Crown Of Baldness
Predictions were of
Absolute certainty
But echoes in my ears
As mere clamours
No more stares and tears
It toppled me in agony
The snowfall commences
Christmas is at my doorstep
And I am to celebrate with wines.
Copyright © Thabshy Nadir | Year Posted 2019
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