Wilderness Of Night Poem by Hanan Muzafar
Wilderness Of Night
Inside a busted cave,
feared was rage;
keep the voice low,
clock is slow.
See the sin,
we're in a bin;
clean the rust,
we can't trust.
Does it hurt,
when treated like dirt:
In a departed Kingdom,
we're the victim.
There is no reason,
we suffered treason;
want to scream,
we're in a dream.
Everyone confusing,
it's consuming:
He's trapped inside,
a place to hide.
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