It's a night, a lonely night.
How the drenched souls catch a flight !
Is it true that time is drifting?
In the abyss of loneliness, I caught myself thinking;
Forget about time itself,
We're the ones actually fading away.
How long then shall we keep hurting ourselves?
There's always a blue price to pay;
When I checked, life was so nice,
How ugly it is like drenched mice.
What else can I say in the middle of the ice?
Thanks for stiring my emotions on a cold night with a cold knife,
Thank you,
Thank you.
Murdered Feelings
Emmanuel Shadrach
(C) All Rights Reserved. Poem Submitted on 01/04/2021
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