Staring back is a worn-torn soul,
Those shadowed iris portrays defeat
Sunken puffed face, over all,
Streaming tears talking all fate.
Yet the soul breathes in the loss,
Taking in the cruelty of world
Need to stand, fight, survive the worse cause,
Or It knows, It will end up crumbled.
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𝘊𝘳𝘢𝘥𝘭𝘦 𝘰𝘧 𝘞𝘰𝘳𝘥𝘴 | Pᴏᴇᴛʀʏ
Poetry•Ongoing✒ #1 inspirationalpoems- 08/08/2021 ~I'm glad you are here to check out my work, small things make a difference . ••••• NOTE: This is completely my work, I would be glad for having it dedicated but please don't copy. It takes sheer...
