“In my harshest days of solitude you appear

As a savior for the most profound concflict

Knowing you’re present I have no fear

And before you,all my worries I can depict.

So many undermine your power and relevance

But grief,pain and heartache needed of your aid

Eventually those would assert a prevalence

That would slash those disbelievers like a blade.

Evoking your essence is restrained only to those

Who knew Pity like Wilfred Owen once said

Yet you could allure everyone to come close

And make them stare beholding you’re not dead.

It is rather obvious I would’ve not gladdened

If our gratifying encounter never had happened”

Un pensamiento en “Poetry


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