A Game of ShadowsA Poem by Pdarshan
Trembling hands and a shaky will,
In a storm that brews and shreds apart. Of a world that burns and hopes that fall, In darkness I hear a beating heart. Suffering suffers with every gulp, A trough of poison runs through cracks. Of a world that fades with the darkness dark, With every step the hope it slacks. The dark itself is a game of shadows, Every sight is a step afar. From hopes of love and the promise of it, Is but a real yet distant star. Trembling hands and a shaky will, In a storm that means to tear apart. In a world that burns where hopes do fall, There lies a hope in the distant dark. © 2015 Pdarshan |
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