How many times do I fall?
As many as I do die?
The sky makes it stall
The moon makes fly.
Its wings are weary
It's fatalistic
The spark so fiery
Dies foolishly.
Indescribable torment
Aches for redemption.
Hard worked labour
Takes to no fruition.
Genetics unblessed
Songs uncreated
Legends unspoken
Of will unbroken.
YOU ARE READING
Coming to the surface
PoetryA slow, yet sincere greeting to the world through verses and emotions. A public diary meant to hold all the secrets of a person. Of myself. Trembling with excitement I will put my soul in every verse in future hope that I will be able to reach someo...
