He has done no good
Upon the day of your arrival
To his wretched arms.
Your sadness,
Your cries
Should remove the cloak of coldness.
Release yourself
From his grasp.
Tear yourself, from his clasp.
Remember me,
When the sun rises
Over the shore’s sparkling current
Bleeding in from beneath.
Remember the words
I have offered you,
When death stalks,
To make you insecure.
Profound choice of words. You’ve done an amazing job with this poem and I can almost feel the emotions in every word and phrase in this narrative. Wow.
Hey, I am Ragazza Triste. How are you? I hope you’re well and awesome. Keep writing! Kindly visit my page so we can connect. 🙂
Hello, Ragazza.
I am doing well. 🙂
Thank you for this comment. I do appreciate it.
I love it. 🙂
I’ve sat in cafes, etching out poem after poem, as I’ve written over 1,000 of them on this blog.
Though, I do like to branch my areas of writing material out some, to do more than just poetry. Some writers write only poetry. I write poetry, essays, prose, screenplays…
I think that’s called being versatile, versus being a specialist.
Though, my poetry seems to be what people like the most.
Modern Romanticism 
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