Blame thee for dark verses I scribble,
Truth might thine eyes bedazzle.
Thou decided our communication to block,
Least afraid of thy knock.
Neither a food for weaker nerves
One gets what he truly deserves
Flowers cannot bloom in a dead soil
Too many times I let thee spoil,
Peace and harmony in life.
Thinking this time you wouldn’t pull a knife
Like a chameleon, change thee colors.?
Approaching through thy followers.
Little tales wrapped in Nature is garb Worn out warrior spirit Outpour my heart within a blurb Make a mark before my exit Someone to pick up my scroll A like and a comment So it can grow But I am just
As an amateur poet with a tiny stature, To be mentioned among friends of Stuart Each one so affluent A group of folks so kind in nature Overwhelmed by this sweet gesture, Making my presence prominent.
He was just one of us, One could hardly differentiate. What demons predominate? Destruction became his entire focus. None could be suspicious, Pressing button he didn’t hesitate. This blew up the enti