You Do The Undead Deeds | Poem

Await,

If times are tearing you apart,

You do the undead deeds.

Let’s touch each other’s heart,

Nothing will come of ignorance.

Await,

Dearest, I may walk the light again.

Right now, darkness soothes me.

©Suraj Jangid

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