Dear me,
As uncertain as the wind, has thou been
You call me a cool breeze
But I call me a whirlwind
Dear me,
Truly thou hast a robust heart
With whom the lost ones cleave
But to the tune of the wicked does thou sing
Woe betide me!
For I have used my hands to kill and to heal
My pillows are soaked with my tears
For I keep falling prey to my fears
Why me?
Running away from it, but still tied to it
Helping others out with their own crown
And in the deep I drown?
Dear me,
I am afraid of thee, cause you seem to have no limit
The northerners complain of thee
The southerners hope for thee
Where is thine place really?
Dear me,
I wish you could see the reality of things
That you are what you allow yourself to be
That nobody can define who you are,
what you can do and cannot do
The reality of you lies within you
You don't have to be confused
All you need to do is choose
Whether to be the good guy, or the one hiding under the hood
Best regards,
@whitestallion
@bright-obias
Nice poem
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Nice poem bro. Creating this kind of piece is not easy. Keep it up
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