At times, my brain seems addicted to misery.
Golden flowers adorn my head while crimson jewels lay on my feet, I am misery's best dressed company.
Stepping out of comfort zones, back into war zones, how much more time will elapse between my fate and my destiny before I am drawn into more fitting attire?
Although this safari holds no lions, tigers or bears, it holds my teeth, my woes, and my bones displayed to travelers as nothing more than a baroque cloak.
I am misery's best dressed company, the bridesmaid to the wives of eternal optimism and ignorance, dripping in honey and fine wine.
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Doing it for the troops
The others dropped like flies around me. We fought and struggled to get to this point. I'm the only one left now. The objective is right there. A mere two hundred feet away. The last of my team got a bullet to the head right next to me, but I couldn't do anything. I was able to locate and neutralise the sniper as he shot my friend, so his death was at least not in vain.
By Mohammed Darasi5 days ago in Fiction
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The excellence of this writing stood out.
So raw and beautifully expressed!! Each line feels like a brushstroke, creating a poetic masterpiece. Love it❤
I love the flow of your words, my mind bathed in this piece. You've created something raw, strong and grounded - brilliant work Souluminosity!
Whoaaaa, I love how intense and fierce this was! Fantastic poem!