Living inside a vortex isn't fun,
Trust me.
And, if you ask for proof,
I can be
Your existing witness.
I run run run... everyday,
Just to be
Sucked into it, a little more.
Probably,
There is no freaking escape
For me,
No matter how hard I try.
To be
Doomed, is the only way here.
The vortex swallows everything,
Even my dreams.
The remainings are the tight hug and
Blue blood stains.
Do you know how hard I twist my heart
When my urge tries to overflow everything?
'Cause I know, I'll only end up drowning myself.
The vortex ate everyone,
I don't have any recipient.
But, you love the Sun and I've ended up
Loving her too...
It's not really possible to hate her when
She always reminds me of you.
Now, also tell me how to reach her rays...
I'm done with metaphors.
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Remainders
PoetryA collection of poetry about the leftovers of human feelings. _____________________________________________ ** No part of this book should be copied or published anywhere else.** © Ipsita Mitra Pupu _____________________________________________ ✷All...
