Day 66 (sixty-six) Read Count : 42

Category : Poems

Sub Category : N/A
The world can hear me, 
but never listened. 
Like singing in my melancholy, 
it appears to be the end. 

Everyone seems to be filled with treachery,
I can visualize it as a scene of carnage. 
Doing so takes courage, 
but when death is faced regret is eternity. 

Comments

  • Jul 11, 2020

  • interesting, good work

    Jul 11, 2020

  • i am a big fan of your work fantastic , great fabuolus work

    Aug 03, 2020

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