Cemetery of my Thoughts | Poetry Collection

He Couldn't Change The World

For his voice not breaking through
The thousands and tenth of thousands
Minds quivering, whereas the human nature
Had crumbled inhumanly, and withered,
Like a whisper of an anemone.

No, he couldn't change the world.

For his lungs to be clogged by the acid burn
While trapped in his own misery,
A despair so long -
With a tired soul being restless,
Still relentless,
Life wasted in time
And deafening buzz of the globe.

— October 24th, 2019