In the shackles of a serenade,
I find my twisted fear,
For deep inside, away they hide,
From all the speech we hear,
Oh though I try and feel so wry,
So bleak do things appear,
Like mindless drivel shovelled down our throats,
Till we revere,
Humanity, calamity,
One and the same thing dear,
For light may bring,
Many a thing,
But the shadow will adhere
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Intrepid whims of a timid mind
PoetryThese are some of my works which I wrote unsolicited, solely for the sake of putting pen to paper, hope you find solace in their gravity, or at least find them worth your time. Bear In mind, these are just experiments, I do not claim to have any exc...
