The struggles through the years wanted you to be wise
To leave your wrath behind, to cut your hatred free
No love, no help, no trust; at each small chance you flee
Where fake masks fall from grace, inhuman faces rise.
A loved one's voice is meant to soothe, to calm, to lift
But all I got was pain, distress and destruction
Deep down into my world, it was a disruption:
What I thought eternal slowly began to shift.
Some judged my brain's content, my state and skin color,
You chose to lose your chance, in hasty demeanor,
And drown in loneliness, unwary of your deeds.
Of this I'll remember, like gold under the rust,
Only the shining sun, that turned my doubts to dust,
As well as the water that with strength and hope feeds.
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Musify
Poetry[Français & English] I decided to show here my future works of poetry and maybe my past ones. Almost all of them have been inspired by different Muses over my lifetime. Because life is less harsh when you Musify it. ------ J'ai décidé de montrer ici...
