Constant Wishes | Poem

My constant wishes,

To be with Liebe,

To be with Deathra,

Tremble my soul,

Unstable my mind,

Will Deathra come?

Listening to my prays,

At last, Death my escape,

Words my world’s mirror,

I’m feeling to be numb.

©sjwordsmith

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