Written on - 20 December 2021
Published on - 20 December 2021

Storm envelops the village,
rain darkens the sky,
strong stands the mountain,
o'er which lonely birds cry.

Far away in a manor,
dictators smile in glee.
Beside them stands defeated democracy.
We are no more free.

Clouds burn in despair,
and wind howls in rage.
Sorrow spreads around like smog.
As I sail away on my last voyage.

I sail away.
I sail away.

●○●○●○●○●○●○●○●○

o'er sounds fancy... Doesn't it?

[Take a look at my new poetry collection -"In- sanity ".
It's about mental illnesses.]

◆Please vote, comment and share ◆