Sometimes, I feel it is the end
Yes, I feel it is death
The end of every dream and motive
The end of a story was never meant to end
I feel it sneaking to kidnap whom I love
To a place with immortality as its base
They lived and died to continue their eternity
Waiting for my permanent residency
The idea of their departure is scary
Visiting their grave with roses does no help
Regret will give no assist
Their memories won't leave your mind
You'll wish you took advantage of every single awhile
And you'll sink in the spate you made
Till that time when your soul goes uphills
And this torture no longer exists
YOU ARE READING
You may feel
PoetryIn this collection, my aim is to touch your soul. Make you remember an event, a feeling, or a memory. My aim is to put my hand on that scar that mangled your innocent spirit. In this, You may feel.
