The squandered chance.
The sacrifice made.
The nerves twisted.
The gut check.
The bloodshed seeped through wounded bones.
Flash forward a thousand years.
Everyone give your loudest cheer.
The past is now in the rear.
As evident by the single tear.
😢
Yet, you query what has changed.
How have you rearranged?
Still wearing the same filthy skins.
Still refusing to make amends.
🤑🫰🏾
The cost paid.
The memories raid.
The pain sears through chartered veins.
No longer do you ride these lanes.
For fear of releasing the pent-up reins.
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EYHCS
Poet by birth. Writer by craft. Artist by nature. I write poems, prose, short stories, fiction, and realism works of art dissecting the human condition and the resilience of the human mind. Many of my pieces are metaphoric stanzas.
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