A letter to my unborn

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imprisonment, life, Loneliness, love, philosophy, poem, poetry, society, solitude

Remember, if not by choice solitude;
Is a loneliness predicament;
And living in a sanctuary by subdue;
Is only imprisonment;
Remember, happy moments are transitions;
Only death is to be taken for granted;
Love for most is a passing condition;
And time reaps whatever is planted;
Remember, burdens are your troubles when spoken;
And only few might help you fight your wars;
But no heart by your broken heart will be broken;
And no one could ever, wear your scars;
Believe half of what you see my unborn;
And question all of what they say;
These days’ masks are always worn;
And life is a never ending play.
©FAT 2017

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Solitude

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despair, fate, hope, life, Loneliness, love, philosophy, poem, poetry, sanctuary, solitude

Seasons have changed;
Reincarnated flowers growing bold;
To the cycle I remain estranged;
As I know what the future hold.

Trickery is life’s one true face;
And all roads will lead to chasing hope:
Schools of wise men and fools will join the race,
The stronger the wellو the longer the rope

At the end of each rope or path;
Death or old lessons renewed,
To be safe from life’s reach and wrath
I’ll wait and pray in my solitude.

With My heart, my pen and sword I’ll abide my time and wait;
Let’s see what good will comeو through that opened gate.
©FAT 2016