This too will pass

This too will pass short poem

This too will pass
And you won’t have a clue
Don’t wait for time to do
What it can, to you.
Suffering in silence, is not one of my virtues
But to utter a silent scream, I have learnt
Fading away into oblivion
On the path to perdition
Falling into an abyss
With no echo of my requiem
Rise, thou shalt not
Fall thy shall
Fly thy shall
With thou wings clipped…
This too will pass.

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Nothing enthralls me anymore, Nothing surprises me anymore, I know not the depth of my own soul, nothing allures me anymore..............
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Expressing in the Archaic retains its splendor when written by the likes of you @zyborg. But it helps greatly, if more lines are added to define more the object. Of the striking scenarios conjured by the lines, your Author’s Note might be needed for guidance, though its allure would not diminish as it is.


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