Never have I ever not felt this way;
Trapped in this realm, night and day.
The cry of a newborn calls from afar;
My wish to draw nigh keeps me tethered.The flames of my soul needs more coal;
The hands that feed her is growing slow.
The wheels of this train is rusting away;
There's only so much that she can take.Clouds are gathering in the distance;
The sky is turning darker this instant.
Is the night approaching like a traveller?
Or is the rain withholding until summer?As the sands of time are running out;
I concoct a potion to clear my doubt.
Till the hour draws nearer than ever;
And my eyelids grow heavier and heavier.Title: Flames of my soul
Written by: Esther Omonigho Oziegbe
ESTÁ A LER
The Flowers of My Mind
PoesiaI have a bag in which I keep my thoughts; that bag is this book of bad poetry. The flowers of my mind are rotten; Their innocence, long forgotten. [POETRY] [RANDOM THOUGHTS] [POEMS] #5 in #anthology 6-June-2022 #7 in #poemcontest 10/3/23 The author...