I was lynched
In the rainbow of interpretations
In your ravages of prism
I was pelted
In the abaddon of reckless expectations
In your worst of nightmares
I collided with your sooty clouds
Knocked off my heat
As you beat drums
At my crooked harvests
Though rainstorms wounded me
Who knew your gallantry was contagious?
Soaked feet dropped daunting drops
Who knew your blew- out sufferings
At me poured strength?
I was poised
In the rainbow of possibilities
In your gleaming prism..
Sep 6, 2018
Sep 6, 2018 at 11:38 AM UTC
I was lynched
In the rainbow of interpretations
In your ravages of prism
I was pelted
In the abaddon of reckless expectations
In your worst of nightmares
I collided with your sooty clouds
Knocked off my heat
As you beat drums
At my crooked harvests
Though rainstorms wounded me
Who knew your gallantry was contagious?
Soaked feet dropped daunting drops
Who knew your blew- out sufferings
At me poured strength?
I was poised
In the rainbow of possibilities
In your gleaming prism..
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