red rose
dirty toes
Bow down to your heart.
Glorious purpose
A lovely proposal
A void of emotions
seeking the reverse
The wrath of the pained
and that which won't remain
clock ticks every breath
a chaos of freedom
a danger of salvation
Oh my love, you seek what?
Glorious purpose?
In the voids of nowhere?
beyond belief virtue decimate
and what remains in your cold heart
facing and choosing
losing and rising
It never was it, and will never will be
yet you choose and yet you chase
The purpose that demands the glory.
It still continues to be
an unnamed duty,
an unworshipped deity.
And always the questions arise
Who is the mighty?
About the Creator
Karun
🌿✨ Karun, a poet weaving emotions into verses, embarked on the journey of words to unearth the beauty of feelings. In the delicate dance of ink and emotion, my poetry delves into the nexus of the human heart and the natural world.✍️
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