Foes

Foes

A Poem by treets

foes from my past don’t owe me anything
the hands of the clock are my only enemy
my dreams are filling
the rest is wilting
my Love,
my Dear,
you can’t pull me back
it’s a shame our enemy always attacks

© 2020 treets


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Added on February 10, 2020
Last Updated on February 10, 2020
Tags: short poem, time, fighting time

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treets
treets

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Sanity Sanity

A Poem by treets