Shackled by fear,
Frenzied,
Fidgetting,
A glare of the stare ahead,
Scorching on my temple,
The relic on the shrine offers not;
Not solace that seeketh thou!
The unforgiving rays,
Days unfathomed,
Wills smothered,
A taste of the bitter mug,
Inevitability of retardation,
Look what retaliation brings forth,
Said it was:
the ways opened the will;
the blood blurred days,
hurled surreal coy darts;
and the bitterness lasts not!
YOU ARE READING
THE BOY ON THE BRIDGE.
PoetryThe weakest ink harbors the strongest minds. A collection of thoughts that will blow your mind. Some emotions laced herein are quirky, any similarity to real characters is just a mere coincidence*
