Estefano Molina

Under The Chestnut Tree - Poem by Estefano Molina

As it comes it goes
So I closed the doors
In a safe place
The keys I misplaced
A fort is full
With gold for fools
They came in threes
And the fort they seized
From within the structure
A captive numbs the torture
The soul has been fractured
The mind scattered and fractioned
With dreads and fears
The walls crumbled to tears
In ruins it remains
Still numbing the pains
From yesteryear's falls
I observed it all
From under the Chestnut Tree
Where it's safe to be happy

Topic(s) of this poem: thoughts

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1984 by George Orwell

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Poem Submitted: Thursday, November 19, 2015

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