Flooded gates, boundaries frail,
Let them for again vociferate.
A dream I will tonight vie,
It will take me off..my soliloquy
Like a Romeo doomed to die,
In curses I will have my life.
A thousand suns I lie awake for,
My window never once shut. .
But the cold is setting in now
The warmth of crossfire…no longer warms
But burns…charred my remains.
Watch from sidelines, I see myself in flames
wayward & all mine’s, emancipator the blaze.
The fire still lights like yesterday ..
& all I am is now a remembrance .
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