Enslaved

Enslaved

A Poem by Wise Whisper
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Enslaved by the insanity of a dream

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Enslaved

Beyond the twisted mire of dreams
Behold, there is naught left to see
Betwixt the twisted limbs of dying trees
Blessed comfort amidst decaying leaves

Beckoned by the harvest moon
I travel towards impending doom
Amidst the churning, turning sea
So much I envy of the free

Please grant me kind reprieve
From the chaos of my dreams
For in the emptiness of night
There is nothing left to fight
Insatiable will has ne’er respite

© 2018 Wise Whisper



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Beckoned by the harvest moon
I travel towards impending doom
Amidst the churning, turning sea
So much I envy of the free

I so loved these lines here, a very awesome write

Posted 2 Years Ago


Wise Whisper

2 Years Ago

thank you very much

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Added on September 22, 2016
Last Updated on February 19, 2018