Considering my life choice,
I stand on a rock, screaming you are my noise,
A voice will burn, suffering from miles, can't resist you,
Falling in trenched steps, still knowing you,
One tone of calm and deep song,
A cruel slight, a place of memory, you can't play along,
My shaky scars are undone for a new code,
So, who is going to mark you, you are mine who I decode,
It's something beautiful, crying in the bathroom,
Settle in your bedside, waiting to enter a room,
Some papers you couldn't hide, you chose my city,
How could you be pitied, while you are pretty,
A grey path will flow, I will walk slow,
Glasses shine in peace of mind, you know,
I was raw in unspoken language,
you showed me where I put my baggage,
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.