Unspoken Words Poem by Cyclopseven R

Legacy from the past
tormenting the depth
of my grievance,
sufferings untold
remains unfold,
decades have passed
a million prayers have been offered
yet, still
I’m here craving
the fortune hidden
in order to smile again.
I’ve come
from the hoary past
carrying nothing
but,
only rivulet of tears.
hidden hopes
mesmerizing life
keeps me alive;
for days to come
may cast the light
I long longed for.

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