It's coming to an end,
The year of my reign;
Unwritten are the pages,
Passions found no flame.
Moments slowly tick,
Seconds, days, and months;
Slipping through my fingers
With what I've left undone.
Promises were made
To a kingdom I call home;
History left no message,
My odyssey unknown.
Empty are the sheets
Of my wanted fame;
Missing are the words;
With my forgotten name.
Battles were not fought,
Treaties left unsigned,
Goals found no target,
Stagnant was my life.
Another year has passed,
Shame rooted in my chest;
Fleeting is the moment,
With sorrow and regrets.
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Dark Trails
Poetry** This book has been published on Amazon, revised and edited with altered and added poems. The road is not always paved in marvel, beauty, and love. Sometimes it is the wicked and broken fragments of life that revel the human soul. And with these...
