What is happening to me,
I'm unable to identify it and see.
Last I remember,I was flying in sky.
Free from worries and fearless to die.
Now I feel like prison and cage,
Building inside me is nothing but pure rage.
You'll think I'm trying to exaggerate,
But I really can't understand my own fate.
I want to see the light,
Wanna move out of the times I've limitlessly cried.
This is why I'm trying to write,
About all those times I've really tried.
My strength might have died,
But not my hope.
I'll strive to make all my fears stop.
Sun's gonna rise,
Flowers gonna bloom.
But I'm not going to give up,
Until the last day of doom.
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I have posted a chapter after a very long time.
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~Riya
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Ethereal
PoetryHighest rank #24 in poetry Cover by~ @classwithsass The only thing that matters in poetry is the connection that is portrayed in the writing.❤ (ETHEREAL- It is something that is extremely delicate and out of this world.) Not all the compositions are...
