Enslaved

Enslaved

A Poem by kaeridwyn
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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

Elizam


© 2016 kaeridwyn



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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 1 Year Ago


kaeridwyn

1 Year Ago

thank you very much

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