And before my time has ended,
my feelings have attested.
My love like blistering embers,
is your only safety nest.
And before my time has ended,
my feelings have congressed.
In the chamber of my thoughts,
only you they do contest.
And before my time has ended,
I shed the tears that have been oppressed.
The conquest of my desires,
which most find to be a pest.
And before my time has ended,
my words must be confessed.
That in the cave where my heart lies,
there lies only a whirlpool of distress.
So where shall I go to stop these fears,
where shall I go to stop these tears?
Because there is nowhere for me in this place,
these problems, alone I must face.
YOU ARE READING
Poesy of Eloquence
Poetry❝ this tragedy is soaked with tears that dry the ink in my hands. ❞ ━ the poesy I've yearned to release ever since I taught myself to pick up the pen and write. ❝ for if the painting of my words be the garden upon the gate of heaven, glimpse them...
