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Asylum

I was just going to lie
For a little while

It was too far a cry
And a thousand whys

The lie
The while
The cry
The whys

It was a baptism of fire
A fire in baptism

A lover in a narcissist

A saint in a sinner
A sinner in a saint

A lost soul seeking asylum.

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I meant to return

Author Philemon Sunday

Nightfall in my hall

All I can do is recall

As I sit down in darkness

I confess

My part was not any less

Than whose I was forced to impress

It was a year ago

I left my heart behind to return

With a longing did I burn

I meant to return?

Posted in poetry, The daily post word prompt

The Wilding

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Hers is not the endless nights of partying,
It is more of careful crafting
After endless hours of drafting.

Because she is a rebel,
A wilding by craft.

She always wears a charming smile,
A smile that will leave you breathless for a long while
And fool you in to thinking she is pure from all guile.

Because she is a rebel,
A wilding at heart.

Once a victim of her deceitful charm,
There will be endless Russian roulettes with harm
Ones that you can’t triumph over even by charm

Because she is a rebel,
A wilding my craft.

She loves cautiously,
She loves fiercely,
Receiving her love is like drinking from the Tugela Falls.

Because she is a rebel,
A wilding at heart.

She is the sweetest person I know of,
One I am particularly fond of,
And definitely wary of.

Because she is a rebel,
A wilding by craft.