Time passes hoping for a helper,
a mire of rejection recieved in his shelter.
Journey alone, training to be brave,
to face a group of soldiers who are coming like a wave.
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Sadly for the milling millions plodding all over mother earth's bosom there is no messiah and no respite as we look all around there is so much pain and suffering.... mostly we are just…..sacrifices at the alter of bloated egos in the maniac temples of self aggrandizement. great lines...very well written.... loved it :)
wowwwwwwwwwwwww another great piece of writing! wini was going on praising ur work on the phone to me! its wonderful keep writing more! ! ! honour of talking to u ! ! great great great! ! ! ! !
hey its me again can you please tell me how you write so well. i admire your work. you write poems of such indepth meaning at such a tender age. great
Reflecting the past memories and there is hope for the future. Good Luck! ! ! !
Thankyou so much for your compliments as i will surely treasure these comments and keeping in mind when i write my next poem.And continue commenting.