Naught Poem by Malaya Roses
Naught
Hey…
I want naught more from you
Past or present
Resentment or sentiment
Smudge me with love or hate
Still no remain no
Words of fools could do nothing
Fling an avenge spear at my chest
Stab me more
With you, on my eye
Misery was larger than life
Agonizing world was tasted
Blade or spikes
But death of mine is not yours
For I am rising with sun
Mercy of The Most Gracious!
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