I need to get away
From this storm,
That is now the norm,
Which causes me nothing but
Subtle harm.
_____________________
I want a place of calm,
To feel safe and warm,
Free from the worms
In human form.
_____________________
I toil
From dusk till dawn,
But my efforts feel
Feeble and forlorn,
Like
Losing a race
Before it’s even begun.
_____________________
I need some soothing balm
In the form of kindness,
But not empty charm,
To wipe away my disillusion
With its soft and gentle palm,
_____________________
To allow the hope
That can feel
Far from home,
Fill my heart unexpectedly,
Like gold discovered
On an abandoned farm.
_____________________
Written by
Ivie M. Eke 2018
Love it Nice Poem x
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Thank you so much 🤗
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Lovely poem, Ivie!
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Thank you very much!
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