I'm not so sure whether this is a good poem or not.
Last Say
Apologies slither to divine minds,
Giving explanations second chances.
My message states expected turns and winds
Through not enough depth, reasons and misses.
Given the final choice, to speak, keep this,
My last say to a realm I left with guilt,
Oppose to feel lies transformed to a kiss,
And believe that grief is why flowers wilt.
Seek comfort in every possible tone,
Highlighting the scenes and not the moments,
While passing ages are still being sown
To the future teemed with opaque events.
Bound to vicissitude every decade,
Grant me this one whim and accept this trade.
Any feed backs, comments, suggestions? Anything?
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