Starts out as dull thuds,
Like polite knocks on your door
By someone you barely know.
And then it picks up pace
With every flick of your hand,
Just like on stormy days,
Now you have lost command.
Off and off you row,
Deeper into the sea,
Until the waves are too high
Then you let go to how drowning feels.
YOU ARE READING
Stelliferous
PoesiaWords strung together by a broken heart.... Coming out jumbled by a wary mind.... Do read if you think that Words can either build our worlds Or destroy them. "And when your whole, wide world is lost in the abyss, I'll be that start that guides you...
