"novaero" poems
As I dwell within His vicinity
in search for Cleopatra's stone
His angels rise at the complexity
of the presence that dwells within
Wondering, lost in Labyrinth's embrace
I, at last, have the glimpse of hope, a distant light
As I drenched my soul in His blood to see Your face
Finally, the upper hand, I have within the fight
Inhumane, the nature that dwells within my psychology
along with tenacious entities, calibrating
as to describe the extremity of the Torturous self-tyranny
I place the pen on the table and let You do the narrating
Your grace, I can say, has spoken enough
Whispers in the dark, unseen and unheard
Strategic in battle like the argent chough
sufficient damage incurred
Nov 7, 2024
Nov 7, 2024 at 3:37 PM UTC