WHY I FEEL DARKNESS?

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We play characters
In witnessing history

A kingdom
Brimming with con-fusion
As a new ruler
Annex the world
A decorative crown
Blindfolding the city lights
The castles of his kingdom
Flow like a forest wildfire

Alas!
Like slaves
Still in shackles
Bleeding tears
Panic and dis-pair;
pair together
Can't move a step
Muscles tense
Fracturing every bone
I am choking
As I breathe
In this wind
Hugs and kisses
Are no longer
Warm and soothing
Our emotions locked up
Our love isolated
As
We see souls fading
into bags of dust.

@soulfulwriter

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