They will come one day..
I wish it’s not today,
Like warriors with arms and weapons,
To steal our souls to sell it to the demons,
Our bodies will look at the diminishing light,
Too numb, too helpless to defend and to fight,
It was there some moments ago in our hearts,
They pricked it away and left the hollow darts,
Now the world is as silent as it can be,
There is no sky to flee…
And I wake up from a fake nap..
It reminds me about the evil trap..
That the warriors had come long ago…
We are still not fighting for our souls..!!
1 comment:
Totally futuristic poem, reminds one of "the laws of the spirit world", makes one think what are we if not mere animals who want everything at any cost then after we get it we are just lost at the losses we caused for attaining stuffs.
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