How did you get here?
The reborn,
So have the dreams changed?
Did you cry?
Aren't you deserted?
Are your limbs (just)flexing and extending?
Is someone carrying you?
Are you hiding in disguise?
the words slip the tongue of yours, and no one could decipher the meaning?
Are you in a crib,(cagged)
being spoon fed?(helpless)
only the language of sadness comes to you?
And,
Do you not know it?
Oh, pity you, couldn't catch the storm,
Hence,
A reborn.
YOU ARE READING
The diary
PoezjaThe diary of randomly ranting someone, to get through days of melancholy or misery.
