This is written based on Living Poetry music prompt.
My bed is soaked in the aftermath of night terrors
My body is weaker than the candle wick
Wisdom sings joyful tunes in my waiting ears
reminding me
God has blessed me with gift and talent
Then why
A young man with an old soul deserves no life
My heart wails like an owl
knowing the night won’t come
My eyes are going blind
knowing the sun won’t rise after dawn
Sorrow is the hemlock I drink up
fade, flake and fly away
Goodness, that was poignant. Another brilliantly crafted piece. ^_^
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Thank you Joyce. I am humbled by your comment.
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Thank you for sharing. ^_^
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Fabulous writing my friend – thoroughly enjoyed this one 👍🖤
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Thank you my friend, that makes me happy. ☺️
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Always a pleasure 🖤🖤
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