Just a poem I wrote.
Abyss of Despair.
Every rose that blooms will
It wither away another day
Like the sting of a single thorn
Causing pains in which we mourn
Do not build a bench in my honor,
nor climb a mountain in my name.
When I depart remember,
It is not you, that should be blamed.
The only needs or wants
will be fulfilled in my dreams.
Lost within this waking life,
A golden k…
- Analysis of the Poem "My Voice" by Sir Oscar Wilde
- Just a poem I wrote.
- Poem "Better Life"
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