Such a fine day,
Said a walking corpse on thorn bed.
What a bravery, I thought,
Such courage to smile in its life of distress.
Not a single regret,
Not a single sorrow,
It still hopes for a better tomorrow.
Oh! Its not at all scared.
It has gone through everything without despair.
But some nights, I hear loud cries
Like that of a victim of horrors,
Trying to fight its frights.
And yet the next morning,
A well dressed human cadaver is what I see.
Without any pain just a body of tranquility.
Calm from outside
But a storm building up in it's heart and mind.
A walking corpse with no liberty to agonize...
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PoetryA set of poems to accept yourself and to work on yourself...poems for traveling far away from what you are and what you could be, maybe in your fantasy. Poems for broken hearts, poems to love hard. Poems to live in reality and poems to get lost in w...
