May shattered hearts,
rest a while
before they are dead.
May soul feel free
and alive;
when they get
doomed for life.
May this Mighty "time"
freezes its legs,
in 'Temple of Divine'.
May all seasons,
halt and lie,
to wait for their chance to die.
May winds enter for shelter,
in those unending oceans,
who themselves cry to run dry.
May this death,
bring everyone's
salvation to end.
May death,
let us die,
a good, glorified and prosperous death.
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A/n----- I don't own any images but the poem.
I know I wrote this terribly but it will eventually get more matured.
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Dark Poetries
PoetryAgonising things and making sure that they look fragile is one of the things that I love to do. Lifeless/dead Poetries always gain my attention. Here, I have tried to collect the dark themed Poetries of mine. I am not professional;just a new chic...
