Category : Poems

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There goes a blessing 
Floating away in a breeze. 
But is it mines to lose
While my heart is at ease?
Thoughts run rapid
Never ceasing torture. 
Most days I'm a prisoner of war
Others, kisses greet my murderer. 

Flowers plucked for this love
Cannot seem to decide.
I rather blame them than
Curse this fear or pride.

Is my coronation coming
On a day I call out sick?
If so, why do I feel nothing
On a decision that makes sense?