The horizons
Brewing tears ,
Along the coast
Of nowhere trails
He sat beneath
The moon that bleeds
Of fleeting emotions
And illusive dreams.
Why do he stare?
Why do he care?
Life's not a race
Walk with grace
Yet his feet and hands
Are worn and stressed ,
From deprived means
And empty promises!
Oh.. where do we go?
Where do we start?
The rain will pour wet hopes
The sun will dawn alone
Trapped in this make believe place
Where pain doesn't exists no..
Only happiness is? ,
But a luxury that's expensive!
Back to reality
To this unfair seat
Where one sacrifices
Just to be step ahead
The wind makes me cry
Yet my tears already dry
My body's not mine anymore ,
It's for somebody else..
- Life is a b*tch!
~ nniiwwpoetry ~ 05/21/24
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