Date: Nov 18,2018
Subject: #POETIC VOICE
The emptiness of my inner voice
Rips my armor apart
The agony
Convulsion
Affliction
Brings nothing but endless malady
I'm told to hold on to credulity
But the wariness inside my armour
Makes it hard for me to hold on to my temerity..
I'm filled with animosity
I'm drowning deep in anguish
For my sword I fail to nourish....
Poetically I'm mourning the death of my armour
Emotionally I'm losing every piece of my soul
For my soul is tainted and tormented..
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This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem