[ noble charge ]

[ noble charge ]

A Poem by winter;lyra

noble charge
in your face ever dampened
if ever lasting
they were never your lips
to tremble

ample orders
so far inherited
dress your form in doubt
inked spots mark your blouse
hinting stout mouths in bout
but is it ever your own?

so far
wherever you're stoned
the streets route mute
noon finds you asleep
your kin finds you unfit

nobly amiss
akin to one kinless
a comrade in Sisyphus is found

noble charge

© 2024 winter;lyra


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Added on December 21, 2024
Last Updated on December 21, 2024