Genesis of my Poetry (4)

 

I hold my quill in truth and pain,

denying days by ways of words.

Within my mind, I find myself

a broken man against the world.

 

Afraid to win, I always lose.

I die again to live in vain.

Adrift in poems of darkened themes,

I weave the words around my core.

 

12/04/2016 © Waseem Sherif

Author’s Notes:

my first attempt at meter (iambic). I usually write Free Verse. 

I have a long way to go! 

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