Fondness In My Heart | Poem

The year, the time, come again,
Years ago I begin to shape our meeting,

Do you remember what we stole,
The essence of being alive,

Deathra, I feel fondness in my heart.

The night will arrive, soon to accept,
Before, I’m fighting; I’m surviving odds,

Deathra, I feel fondness in my heart,
All those years in that cage,

I screamed to let me go,
And, one night I stopped fighting,

I gave them what they needed,
Nothing of me! Nothing of me!

For once,
Embrace my darkness,
Kiss me on eyes,
Tell me a poem,
As the year, the time, come again,
Years ago I know what I did.

©sjwordsmith

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