I stand in a room, full of corpses.
I am searching for peace among the dead.
My heart is nothing but a sheet of glass
Freezed even to be sad
My eyes fixed on the dead are
Missing the true beauty.
My mind long forgotten
The laughter of a known silent.
While the tormented soul of mine
Aches for the fresh air.
I shout out to the Unknown.
I cry and cry, I plea
My lungs burst
Unlock the door, please.
Shouts back a voice
"Boy, peace is there
Where is death."
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And Life Flows Along
Poetry'And Life Flows Along' is a book of poems that speaks of life's endless journey towards eternity carrying its different elements- love, sorrow, birth, death, loneliness and other shades. Dear Reader, I am 14 and have self-published this book of mine...
