Poem -
Punishment
Victorious little one was her name.
Warrior was her universal blood type.
Leo, dragon was her star sign.
Had hope at least once.
Had a great lover, dependable and true.
Had an amazing self made garden view.
But this was all the positives.
And all of them could be extinguished at any point.
The flame she cared about was the one she had only just got to smoke. but like her ironic name all was sterilized and begging for unthinkable.
Mission failed no victory.
Mission failed no little reward.
Mission failed one of many.
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Comments
Oh so very sad. Life can change in the blink of an eye which this poem shows so well x
Yes indeed one day is never the same except groundhog day. The bullet is never far away.
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Oh dear didn't want to make you cry. I'm a free spirit and autonomous and outspoken sometimes.
Fear not it's just the circle of life.
Wow Liliana, I think this poem really hit me at the right time here. I can feel the desperation in this poem and really resonates with me strongly. You will always have friends here in the Cosmos! All the Best. The Fish of the Sea.
Nice to know there are so many soulful people out there.
What ever is troubling you I hope you can write it away.
I hope it is conclusive by the end of the day. I really hope you are okay. Hugs hug.