From where I stand,
The world spins cumbersome.
Its risks remain damned,
In a field of stars, I am the only one.
The lonely one.
White knights, Blue skies,
In the rain of tomorrows sorrows;
Bleed clean through the lies,
Where the soul of sleep borrows.
A house becomes a cage,
Its captive captor mirrors defect;
So the spotlight on the stage,
Casts of emptiness, where I am left to reflect.
Please tell me what you think
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Excellent
Wow, Ben, I really like this one. Imagery, rhythm and rhyme are just fine. Thanks for sharing this one with us.
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