Where are we going?
Always desire to be where you are showing,
Sitting somewhere on a fresh grass with a random conversation,
Embracing your demons with no explanation,
The tragic stories made us ecstatic,
Hitting the slight seconds, so automatic,
In the very beginning, your walk was something subtle,
Verses on the book's margins ended with a cuddle,
I hope everything won't change,
Fearing a blessing will derange,
I wished for years I knew you,
I better hold your glasses to see you through,
Hey, a moonlight I would chase,
Sparkling vision, clouds of memories I won't erase,
The impossible dream I wished I had begun with,
Stepping expecting you would be behind, but you wore like a myth,
A kid that I would call the glory of my life,
The history cleared that a life holds a knife,
It would be the casual time, cause you are my profound rhyme,
Wounds' trace faded, but I healed eventually, cause you were near me,
YOU ARE READING
Beyond The Glass
PoetryPutting poetry and prose on a glasses, A time passes, The scar built gashes, a sake of my health drew ashes, This poetry talks about the glasses, and my Cancer journey.
