To Seraphim

 To Seraphim


Cry I to skies...
Was it ever
Worth fightin for?
Once peace, now war.

Use to be nudges of sweet delight.
Sparklin glow, of love in her eyes,
Such a theft, lost of love’s wealth.
Rich beauty gone to stone.

Naught to reap nor sow.
Stars, vanquished-gone.
And I can’t
Fight no

To Seraphim; who
Casted upon us this winged lust,
Could you’ve dream of such?


Wine, loaf,


Nothin left of


Love wandering,
No sense
Of self.
Heaven and
Light given
not kept.
Tinika Edwards

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