Season Of Spite

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My mind conjured a being,
that blots out a bright sun.
A creature born of spite I
made him now I’m undone.

My end is near and I fear
my creation it has no logic.
A line between earth to sky
I’m living a journey upon it.

But my feet beat the ground
in an onward pace I propel
myself down old paths I’ve
seen an inferno I’ve seen hell.

Turn not I will my back to
the battlefield I have bled
blood red it tells of my hell
all these things in my head.

Dark drawn being I’m seeing
up in my exhausted head led
me to a field untended to so
I go to see all my crops dead.

A soul was grown here now
it is gone but I do remember
the vibrant life in my pasture
now bit by cold ice of winter.

7 Comments Add yours

  1. I love this โค๏ธ

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    1. JW says:

      Thank you my friend!!

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  2. SRIKANTH says:

    Thatโ€™s a fantastic poem JW ! GIF is very apt ๐Ÿ‘๐Ÿค

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    1. JW says:

      Thanks SRIKANTH

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  3. Wow!! ๐Ÿ˜Š๐Ÿ’‹

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    1. JW says:

      Thank you Glitzy. ๐Ÿ˜Š

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      1. Welcome JW ๐Ÿ˜‰๐Ÿ’‹

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