Lost, like a watchman who is forlorn
Caught in the chaos before the storm
Pondering the Past's pain as I mourn
While playing silent songs on a horn
Which remind me of my amorphous form
Like the Void, from which I was born
The page with my story on it is torn
With paper that is the color of corn
Moonwashed Weekly Prompt – Writer’s Choice*
Oblivion’s Forlorn Watchman
Cleverly written, Noah. I enjoyed your rhythmic flow and rhyme. Thank you for supporting my weekly prompt, my friend.
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You’re welcome!
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I like the rhythm, rhyme, and message of your poem!
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Thank you! 😊
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Wonderfully flowing strongly rhythmic poem!
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Thank you so much! 😊
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