Flashing Mourn Poem by Malaya Roses

At your bay
The depth of shore is going lesser
Yesterday game
Meant to be broken
With a heartless ambition, selfishness;
Pool of blood
Become too easy for you.

You are the rain
Pour nothing than fire
Burn this flesh into ashes;
Humiliation touch a torch of regret
Trust is my thrust.
Into the grief I was alone
And God knows,
There is no more hope to save
Flashing mourning is living forever.

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