Cold faces, fake smiles
that's my world.
It clasps me like a curse.
I've got a fear of
never living.
I've got a fear of losing myself
in the process of never living.
I remember smiling at a rose,
the rose that never smiled back at me.
The world beheaded itself
Tears came down
from the river of unhappiness.
The goddess of dusk
raised her hand
towards the far away,
long lost dawn.
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Chasing Horizons
PoetryWhen I saw life killing me, A thought crossed my head: I had spent my entire life chasing horizons. Horizons which I could never touch.
