#strayed
Prithee, tell me
do your words express joy,
Or are just a lid
to the repressed sad within?
If so,
then where do you hide your demons?
Where does in your gentle, sweet mind
such horror lives?
Do you wish
that with each drop of ink that falls from your pen,
that with each word written that has its own tale,
your darkness drips away.
Tell me, tell me
that you dream, that you hope
that the Odyssey ends
and you come home
to peace.
Just tell me
You wont lost hope
Aug 6, 2018
Aug 6, 2018 at 1:10 PM UTC
If one has a look on human internal chart
Satan has a knack to attack on weaker part
Rascals take benefit to be clever and smart
To accompany Satan to the human heart
They just take the help of all evil forces
To carry the designs in normal discourses
They charge and discharge their chances
This is how their action come to the pages
They spend their time in the tricks of trade
To any vice or evil they belong as comrade
Like stray dogs in search of bone are strayed
Being afraid of their shadows they decayed
Col Muhammad Khalid Khan
Copyright 2016 Golden Glow
Aug 31, 2016
Aug 31, 2016 at 3:13 AM UTC