A Bed Of Fear Poem by Trunami ...
A Bed Of Fear
No.
basking in human godship
due to your doubt,
never can I be esnared.
for what good is an ice cube
to the magnitude of the sun?
have you consummated
self assuredly
such pride in aloofness?
facetiously with kin
brooding on,
in a bed of fear.
a manifestation
that cannot be
good news to hear.
drugged with wanting
the scare of freedom,
not wanting
the sacred touch of oblivion.
Amazing...You got some real talent and know how to channel it.
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I would like to translate this poem
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4/30/2024 11:33:32 PM # 1.0.0.1119
to be honest, this poem is really inspiring and sweet.