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POETRYCASTLE
Heed to the cries of a knocking soul-
a pilgrim from the past
imprisoned beyond the
memory of dreams
that fade.
Listen to
the hum of the cunning
waves- enticing souls to embrace
a world wherein agony holds the reigns of
evil desires fueled by illusions with
overpowering spell stronger
than currents of guilt.
Listen to the sigh of the passing hours-
as the mocking beats of blackened hearts
would know defeat and perish with
the deafening roar of cheers
when the breathing earth
shouts to proclaim hope
from the tomb that’s
never empty.
Keep on listening until time
will expose the shining truth beyond
the sweetness of pretensions hidden at
the lustful valleys within the hearts of
unrepentant souls dwelling
in illusionary thrones-
but not for long.
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You absolutely write great poetry. The last paragraph is the best as it shines light on those who pretend but will soon be exposed. Cheers!
thank you so much! that’s a gracious thing to say,
Am glad that one of the messages of this poem is clear enough,
cheers!
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