'Good Riddance' - Poem by KHAYA CLARENCE

In this viage
I am now coming to end
My head has fallen enough
A tease of time thy catch a man tame
And woman overcharged with victory
I am fed with thy foolish game
Thy blow me off the thrill of pleasure
And grant me grief beneath my roof
My heart, let us be far with haste
Beware prettiness of sun thy deceit me with love
Let us ride the night-up and vanish like fallen stars

Topic(s) of this poem: art

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Poem Submitted: Thursday, October 23, 2014

Poem Edited: Thursday, October 23, 2014

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