Better Days, II.
olawaliumPosted for Everyone to comment on, 4 years ago
a lonely heart resides
sitting on the seat of uncertainty
as fear had its grip on it, and worry betides
without the assurance of roses blooming
Sorrow filled mind
without the hope of a groomed tomorrow
and all left is dread
though the daily bread
doesn't come without drops of sweat from the head
days when thorns will disappear from the bed
and rest will be given instead
days of the fulfilment of all that has been said
days when no one will bow in shame
days when success will become a name
and strength will come for the lame
Thank you for your time.
My pen doesn't bleed, it speaks, with speed and ease.
Still me,
My tongue is like the pen of a ready writer.
Olawalium; (Love's chemical content, in human form). Take a dose today: doctor's order
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