Under the moonlight, beaming,
as the dawn lays in its sleep.
Bedsheets with ashes teeming
where broken dreams left to reap.
The frosty winds lay still
inside the empty cluttered room.
The time bombs ticking ‘till
a sudden sound of a silent boom,
yet the flame holds onto
the clock’s hands and legs
it stops those stubborn two
and kneels and begs
The smoke of burning blood
scares away the god of dreams
The shadows start to flood
this body’s etched seams
Screams from inside the walls
keep watery eyes restless.
The only ceiling light falls.
Chains of rage senseless
in the executioner’s bed
with no light but the burning steel.
Resentment and sorrow have led
to this, no tears, just burns to feel.
Firebrands engraved in my chest,
nightmares of fire in my head,
every single night with no rest
from the reminder of the dead
I loved it and it precisely explains your state of mind 💕
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Thank you! Glad to hear you liked it 🙂 Hope you will find more poetry you enjoy in my sporadic posts
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sure 😊
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