Poetry: Lately |
Monday, 01 March 2021 00:00 |
Lately I've become a servant to no master. worrying all about nothing My every stare blurred Like harmattan Glueless of what I've become Lately I wish day was night so l'Illie dreaming of When I was a beauty. Lately my dreams are nightmares my strength have become my weakness And all I wished for Has become ash beneath my feet © Sharon Dione March 1,2021 |
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