Words weren't
Enough
To vent to the clouds
How sadistic was the world?
To tore mine apart?
No actions were needed
To see me smile
To bury the anger
That balled my cries
As I picked up
The broken pieces
Of my fractured heart
No sheets nor papers
To read, to write
As I sent God
A hundred, A thousand
Unopened letters
Filled with flies and dust
YOU ARE READING
We are not dead yet(poetry): Plot twist and other magic tricks
PuisiA set of prose and poetry about sad thoughts, phobia, insomnia, bullies. It focuses more on the negative side of one's life. COMPLETED June 12, 2021
