I need not to feel the deep dejection
To understand all your pain, affliction
Forgive me, I myself did not take action
From all the layers, twas just a fraction
How long shall you make yourself wait
Counting stars, living days, 'till things turn great
We' re staying, we're here, it's not too late, so
Talk to me
° ° °
I deeply value your existence, in this life and the next
Tell me, what give you thoughts on a slash, or a fall from an apex
The loss of your life, how it deeply affects
Denial, reality that you yourself objects
Your life, your difficulties I far from relate
Yet don't put it upon yourself, lend me your weight
I'm staying, I'm here, it's not too late, so
Talk to me
YOU ARE READING
Messy Memories
ŞiirThis is a compilation of poems I made during quarantine. I didn't make a lot so don't expect much lol
