It’s been crying spells galore.
I cannot do this anymore.
Time is running out
My hourglass is headed south.
Only the strongest get this battle.
But what about my shadow
It’s dark
But I did my part.
I have paid my dues
But who knew?
For I do not know
what to do.
Life is too short
Yet we play like it’s a sport.
Heaven is calling the Muse
such news.
Stubborn to go
she refuses
to note.
In conclusion, dear brothers and sisters
Wake up
Before your world gets shaken up
to dance the dance of life and death
can cause a lot of stress
but to still come out blessed
insinuates that this life
not only is a bitter quest
but Indeed
a trigger of tests.
About the Creator
Musulyn M
My existence is a symphony of creation and expression, a dance between the digital and the divine.
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