Thursday 2 July 2020

Nocturnal War: A Poem

In vicious grip of a nightmarish dream
a nocturnal war with demons that jeer
Thrashing limbs in a silent scream
I come awake, frozen in fear.

Restrained sighs orbit around betrayal
strangling thoughts like soured curds
A breathless beauty, true & loyal
dies, smothered by your words.

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