Cowardice
COWARDICE
I hold no grudges with the future
The terrestrials defines my remorse
And the magma could only solitice
My definite threads and shorouk’s
Are an adventurous comfort
Rising in the mamons
And defying my being
Only to stretch to the successes
Sad
The artificial
And what then would the golds bring
Sweetness, happiness, rejoicing
Am an astitute
But mine is pure glimpse
Abnormal but obvious
I still consider the Tetracks
Am so, so sorry to say but
I wish they will still be part of this….
Copyright © Peter Muthama | Year Posted 2018
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