...by Poetic Tee "Here, take a sip"
Crowned detestedly by duressa
She sits atop the throne of pain
The reigning queen of anguish
Surrounded by saturated pity
Tears of sorrow, a deep river source
Red embers of fire aglow in her eyes
Sadness happily singing in her voice
Lamentation playing a tune to her mind
For subjects, shades of greyed condolence
Wonder and disbelief sitting on both her sides
Fear oozing forth from her every pore, a question
"Who'll be my new king, befitting a queen as me?"
Lost, alone and lonely, each swim in her love pool
Nostalgia her constant messeur, oiling her gloom
Her designer gown from House of Depressionora
Regal in gait, weakness fills her up with courage
A cry silently echoing within her emptied vessel
Desperation enslaves her every embodied breath
Helplessness watches hopelessness grow the space
As she hungers for something, eternity has snatched away.
(c)2014 Tijjani M. M.
All Rights Reserved
Crowned detestedly by duressa
She sits atop the throne of pain
The reigning queen of anguish
Surrounded by saturated pity
Tears of sorrow, a deep river source
Red embers of fire aglow in her eyes
Sadness happily singing in her voice
Lamentation playing a tune to her mind
For subjects, shades of greyed condolence
Wonder and disbelief sitting on both her sides
Fear oozing forth from her every pore, a question
"Who'll be my new king, befitting a queen as me?"
Lost, alone and lonely, each swim in her love pool
Nostalgia her constant messeur, oiling her gloom
Her designer gown from House of Depressionora
Regal in gait, weakness fills her up with courage
A cry silently echoing within her emptied vessel
Desperation enslaves her every embodied breath
Helplessness watches hopelessness grow the space
As she hungers for something, eternity has snatched away.
(c)2014 Tijjani M. M.
All Rights Reserved
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