Essence Poem by Mavinda Cyril

Essence



Time wreaks an unceasing itch
Onto lonely burden of my thoughts
Oft librates dense on the brink
As libations are poured into totes
Of discernment - carking strings
Basic to logic and meaning's rotes,
But doubt snakes her wings
Into the core of heart and soul!

Essence
Friday, September 15, 2017
Topic(s) of this poem: life,lonely,wings
COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Mario, Lucien, Rene Odekerken 16 September 2017

Beautiful poem Mavinda Thank you for sharing Mario Odekerken

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