Intimation to Tragedy

Shall darkness linger upon thy noon cheek?

Obliged to rise before thy prying eyes.

More dazed are doubts too wet upon the meek.

Enclosed in bobbing boxes full of lies.

 

Begotten of the Devil’s advocate.

Obtained harangue; please someone save our ship.

Defunct am I, the puppet’s shameful skit.

You lick your lips with lustful poison drip.

 

Hath God assuaged thy never ending thirst?

Eternal wishes shrivel up like grapes.

Live motion cut; anxiety is worst.

Pry open gates; translate thy mate’s escape.

 

More drought hath led unseen volition askew.

Enclose the days so precious and so few.

This poem is about: 
Me
Our world
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savigirl14

Wow this poem is amazing

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