by : Bacardi Gold
13/april/2022

_____________
Frightened by the outburst of storm
all of me became damp soaked with guilt
can’t fly with feathers wet with sins
I beg the sun to dry me not to wilt
Felt the mood of my spirit being sold
to the devil in exchange of a crate of gold
emptiness seized me and gave a rousing roar
embraced me closer to knock at Satan’s door
believe me, my life is in shambles
tears are washing away erected holy temples
my heart’s in pain going around in circles
take my hand, i badly need a miracle
in the worst of times i could only cry
helpless to be me i could only die
but thunder became so quiet like the moon
wounded heart played tough
and it’s a miracle too soon…
________________
How gorgeous this fine write and the emotion present within!
LikeLiked by 1 person
Thank you so much for leaving these words. I really appreciate it. It made my day !
LikeLiked by 1 person
Hope you’re doing okay and that you do get your miracle.
LikeLiked by 1 person
Miracles do come unnoticed. I’m okay. Your comment brought stars in my eyes. They sparkle. Thank you so much.
LikeLiked by 1 person
Bravo!!
LikeLike
Thank you , Mark .
LikeLiked by 1 person
Beautiful. Miracles indeed happens when we are experiencing profound hardships and sadness. It restores our smiles & hope.
LikeLike
I agree with you. Thank you so much !
LikeLiked by 1 person
Parole stupende, di grande forza emotiva, associate ad un’immagine strepitosa e significativa.
❤
LikeLike
Grazie mille.
LikeLike
Your expression is too good, Bacardi🙂
LikeLike
Thank you so much.
LikeLike