Under the shadow of a giant name,
Fame-bound son, yet with dreams.
Potential bright, a beacon's gleam,
But overshadowed, lost in the father’s plan.
Eager heart, a spirit untamed,
Desiring to ascend, to be christened.
Still the echoes linger, a legacy deep.
The son’s still tightly wound ambition.
By following footprints in a known indentation.
He wishes to escape, to really move.
A lineage captive, he weaves in silence.
In shadows he grieves his dreams delayed.
But within him lies a slumbering fire,
His own empire, a son’s wish.
For coming out of the darkness, be light.
And carve a path, ever so bright.
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Abigail Wanjiru
Exploring the shadows of the soul through verses that bleed ink. 🖋️ | Conjuring darkness into poetry | Embracing the beauty in the obscure | #DarkVerse 🔮✨"
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By Ken Clepper 7 days ago in Poets
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amazing work
Sad but I love it!