The scintillating memories
Of this blissful journey
Which is referred to as life
Lies ahead of me.
I hurtle through this ocean
An ocean reflecting the stars
Congested with corpses.
Am I even alive?
I can't differentiate myself
From these relics in front of me.
Does my existence hold any value?
Does my empty shell of a body
Can truly hold any form of sentience?
But I can't be bothered
As my boat starts sinking,
Into this ocean of despair.
It truly is a beautiful sight
How something really magnificent
Can be this fatal.
As my life ceases to exist,
I utter my final words
"Farewell, my despair, I am finally free."
~Krishna~
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Truly Beautiful
PuisiI can't see past you, But i'm too scared to make a move! A short book of poetries that you can relate to ig? By- Krishtastic (Krishna) (#1 on newera) (#1 on spilled thoughts)
