I used to see you as a beauty,
Inwardly and Outwardly,
As an infant.
Why the sudden change?
Why let the little mistake of the past,
Caress you to suffering?
You seem out of your mind.
Housing contaminated minds.
You've been blinded,
Blinded by the shackles of this world!
Your inner man has become a mere puppet,
To men of your kind;
Extremely polluted,
Without you knowing.
You seem to be mentally disorganised.
You are young;
Mothering 1,2,3,
And may be 4,
I lost count.
I pray the 3 or 4 are not infected,
Infected by your current.
My-Ravishing-View,
I pray for your redemption!
Redemption from the subtle,
But toxic jailer!
Birthday greetings,
My dear friend,
Turned acquaintance.
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My first try at writing a poem.
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My-Ravishing-View Clocks Another Year
PoetryThe conversation is between a young man and all the complete, but now 'half' beauties, out there, who have allowed the struggles in life, change the purity of their souls. The muse of the 'poem', I will say, when the time is right.
