I dip my feet into the waters,
It's black, it's threatening, it's forbidden.
A chill ran down my spine,
An uncomfortable smile graced my lips.
I should not be here,
My mind screamt.
A month went by,
I was at that river again.
I forced myself to run away,
But soon I was knee deep in it.
What is the harm?
I wondered.
A fortnight went by,
The black waters smirked at me.
Fear clutched my throat,
Yet I was swimming.
This is not that bad
I thought.
A week went by,
The gentle sound of water seduced me.
I took two steps back, hesitated,
Then took ten steps forward and dived.
I'm drowning!
I cried.
But who would help the person,
Who's choking on sin?
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Bleeding words (Poetry)
Poetry"Raise your words, not your voice. It's rain that grows plants, not thunder." - Rumi. Words. They can kill and they can heal. They can hurt and they can reveal. They are written and they are thought. They are read and they are bought. They are w...
