Posted in My Poetry, Writing

Prompt 9. A Thousand Splendid Suns

Frustration —

The dark didn’t leave me

When a thousand splendid suns

Graced my soul with their light.

It’s not life — it’s not right!

This is prison — have to run,

But I don’t believe in

Salvation.


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