Just as fables are always told
in shades of a phantom gold
glimmer through a gaping hole
of the very sight we so consciously hold
but as my story steadily unfolds
I slithered away from my unbending mould
now lying barrenly arid and acold
This shall be my hour to be bold
no more manacles coated in rust
nor being caged with my burning lust
wretchedly bidding time for a gust
which carries the piercing blaze of dust
and with both my eyes tightly shut
I can sense a gleam of trust
almost as though it be a must
If I were to be truly just
About the Creator
Ashley Tong
If I were a painter, linguistics would be my palette, and poetry my favourite brush. If I were an artist, nature would be my muse, and music my companion, and I shall endeavour to depict life as I see it.
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