DefeatA Poem by Sami KhalilDefeat by Sami Khalil Cradle to grave, how oft the endless nights Gloomy might be and still forever drawn Where silences build, fading stars hide from
sights Yearnings are felt and dreams of times’ forgone. Sorrows might cradle us, pains shall stab us Wherewithal to suffer scuppered feelings Or be battered, dangling like hopeless thus Clouded by doubt, or angry at life’s dealings. Be of good cheer, for flowing tides recede For the weary and those who possess flaws Adrift I am, journeying to be freed Body shorn and spirit rising from last straws. Cradle to grave, an enervating defeat Gnaws us; a vandal of sheer wanton feat. © 2024 Sami KhalilReviews
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