my heart craves for dignity
a kind of respect, I so yearn
from this ruthless world
filled with
the rain of suffering,
fire of hatred,
and
clouds of doubt
every second
of their mortal lives.
every cut on my flesh,
indicates the bitterness
in souls
that inhabit this vast terrain
of
cold rocks & fallen trees,
grey nights & grey days.
picture-perfect it seems
morals intact
love of the decade
affections free from impurity
or so,
they make it seem.
my heart craves for truth,
in mirrors shattered & broken glass shards
as I see
things which cannot be.
desires are eternal
they live forever
in your heart & mine
maybe they will never fulfil
but we still crave,
for something more.
YOU ARE READING
Crusts after Dark.
شِعرA collection of my emotions woven into poems. Wanting to express a few pearls of wisdom, of fear or even love, which would as well be crushed under the ruthlessness of today's society. . . . . . So, grab a cup of coffee and read away! :)
