Listening to Nightwish
therefore I can not cry
do not weep for me
for also I can not die
Empathica lands is where I reside
but even they are not without strife
I am a warrior in a garden of peace
such is my chosen life
The bell doth toll for you but not for me
you can not lead me astray
for I walk a predetermined path
which is why with you I can not stay
For the cold world I am but a whore
to be abused and spat out with once done
Once upon a time I was but a child
innocence filled and having fun
But duty calls and I dare not shirk it
the wicked doth
not rest therefore nor do I
It's the same old song, I hate what I've become
but alas I can not die
The poet without a rhyme
is still remembered in time
for the work he did create
unlike us chosen few
who fight battles about which no one knew
battles that safe kept the world
battles hard fought and won
battles that never end
with the setting of the sun.
So beneath turquoise waterfalls
safe can reside the everfree
do not for me weep
it is the way it must be.
15/1/2020
Poetry by liz munro
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Written on 2020-01-15 at 08:17
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Empathica Free
The shoulder cries moretherefore I can not cry
do not weep for me
for also I can not die
Empathica lands is where I reside
but even they are not without strife
I am a warrior in a garden of peace
such is my chosen life
The bell doth toll for you but not for me
you can not lead me astray
for I walk a predetermined path
which is why with you I can not stay
For the cold world I am but a whore
to be abused and spat out with once done
Once upon a time I was but a child
innocence filled and having fun
But duty calls and I dare not shirk it
the wicked doth
not rest therefore nor do I
It's the same old song, I hate what I've become
but alas I can not die
The poet without a rhyme
is still remembered in time
for the work he did create
unlike us chosen few
who fight battles about which no one knew
battles that safe kept the world
battles hard fought and won
battles that never end
with the setting of the sun.
So beneath turquoise waterfalls
safe can reside the everfree
do not for me weep
it is the way it must be.
15/1/2020
Poetry by liz munro
Read 629 times
Written on 2020-01-15 at 08:17
Save as a bookmark (requires login) Write a comment (requires login) Send as email (requires login) Print text
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