Crippled visibility casted before my face.
Weathered by fog, low mist and even haze.
Numbered like the days, you might be hot and
bothered in a cell.
See us from afar and hide.
Frightened from the height without an ask for raise.
Lately I’ve been shining, but lack the light to
glisten in moonlit praise.
Haven’t been clean for days.
Bless me with meteor showers,
meet me with flowers while sweetening my sour.
From a coward to empowered.
From empowered to devoured.
Vanished in the void as the roid rage fails to
amaze star contained gaze upon anabolic
testosteron-based craze, unfazed by race into
a high cholesterol pestered artery maze.
The weak will always see the end of days.
The end of days, this is a very interesting write
The last stanza, the last line…
Girl, you are a powerhouse.
And it’s not because you wrote something poetic.
Powerfully penned, Drieks. Great flow and nice imagery my friend. Appreciate you.
Damian
Some very strong images. Good write.