Oxymoron :

Incarceration need an obscure voice,
Agony smiled to ambivalent cries.
Dreaded life to commit sin,
If an esoteric truth lives within.

Touch , let me live death,
Please hear me, the voided breath.
Realness rued over chicanery,
Hope clasped upon the dead fairy.

Slithered, the time i need love,
Shadows trusted an evil dove.
Love confides lies in the dark,
Belief hung fire to embark.

Feel , let me cry a smile,
Tears lived in exile.
Substance of ruthlessness made a dune,
Wolf howls again to the moon.


I write what i see, and feel what i breathe. Poetics, Realism is what i bathe in. Hope do i not that you see my words than just read?

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