Complex Is Simple | Poem

Hearing wilderness in peace,

Hurting sounds of world’s dreams,

I know I’m hopeless to love,

Don’t come and tell,

You’re scared of my soul.

Caring a simple sick world,

Seeking a life worth smiling,

Wording a story each moment,

I know I’m stealing to wait that night,

Don’t stay and crave,

You’re scared of my soul.

Once, Deathra,

I visited a place; you called it darkening,

I may create the murderous acts,

Don’t love and seek my secrets,

You can’t save awaited doom,

You’re scared of my soul.

© sjwordsmith


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