Let's collide
crash down in the heart of the world
and share our miseries as time takes us by
even if the wind stopped us dead in the tracks.
We could die in the heat
or crisp in the fire
land in our pads
or cherish in the cores of our homes.
Let's collide
into this ugly thing they call love
live and dream to the suspense
even if it comes across with no fee.
We could live in the cold
shimmer down and sprinkle the snowflakes as our own
shelter our warm blooded bodies with nothing but a layer of articles
let's give in to this world with no doubt, misery, agony, or any sort of calling that has its ways to sadden a soul.
I have grown a shield on my back with no return
I have named myself "The Calling"
I have prickled my skin with the slightest gestures
and lastly.. I have killed my demons so I could finally be turned into an epitome of serenity.
YOU ARE READING
Mellifluous Murmurs
Poetry❁ Freedom is allowing the crisp air to guide you through this forest we can call society. ❁