Knocked Out Poem by Xelam Kan™

Knocked Out



Blame me not, as
i'm knocked out by
my fancies false,

those utter incessantly
from abyss,
and tune a noisy chant,

and poisoning this broad
earth. I dream of a morrow
to see a new world.

I, in this endless journey,
am suffering but
not yet done.

So don't piss me off,
let me trade my anguish
first, then will rest awhile.

Saturday, November 8, 2014
Topic(s) of this poem: dawn
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Thanks to Mandolyn for her gracious critique and suggestions.
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