All my sleepless nights
have given me courage
To write my hard time,
in hope that might my poems
Will be written in passion
Which is going wasted.
In being useless for everyone. It,
for bringing me the peace of mind.
Lying unconscious with confusion
It's blurry eyes or blurry sky,
Not letting me see the stars,
Not letting me see the sunshine,
Is it big grey filled cloud
Or my big brown filled eyes
Not letting me breathe clean
And Not letting me fight
So young, not even blossomed,
Yet hoping to die
This time is stretched longest
Like clock stucked
Changes are for sure but I wish
It come before hopes die
Or only death of me, all will find
Even with breeze like flower petals
I will fly to turn to dust
That movement would be lightest
And I would feel the pleasure of deliverance
And all my agony will release
Then I will live rest in peace.
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Little Of My Life
PoetryHello Dear Reader Honestly! I don't know how to welcome, May be it's because I hardly get social. So let's start straight as the title of my poetry collection 'Little of my life' says stories of me or of any life, love happens to everyone, when peop...
