By-Lathiba R


I'm my soldier,

In constant battle,

With my demons,

When they try to,

Find their way.

When sleep seeps,

Into my eyelids,

I lay,

And pray for my demons,

To run away.



I'm my ruler,

With a scepter,

That holds my emotions,

And a crown,

That rules my tongue,

Sinner of crushing,

My own words.



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  • Very greatful your poem

    Ramadhas c

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