A call sharing our sad and frustrating moments
Hours spent discussing every detail of our recent torments
The wake that followed left a deep indent
Throughout the day, stinging eyes made a steep ascent
Was it just sleep deprivation
Or was it a result of conflicting trepidation?
YOU ARE READING
Scribbled Echoes
PuisiPoetry based on the everyday attempt to be and do better. Just day in and day out happiness, sadness, fears, and hope. I hope it resonates with you as much as it does with me.
