Excessively confounded,
Frequently tormented and hopeless,
Difficult to see,
A hover of blended feelings,
The minute when breathing stops for a moment,
Turning into an agonizing and incurable pain,
And after that, we depend on time,
Like an old man on its shaky steps...
Inside of us a dynamic spring of gushing lava,
The eruption unpreventable...
Tears in any frame slide down,
And we hope for the rainbow,
Searching solace in a new day,
A way to understand a troublesome dream,
And us midst of all,
The product of this odd world,
Left to the torments, wretchedness...
We can only rely on hope,
Tiptoe through reality,
But what matters now
Is the most delightful agony,
The lethal substance of bliss,
Brimming out of our core...
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Poetry❝ in her mind she held an incadencent thoughts for the world and an immense desire to breathe them out with each word ❞ Welcome to the place where my words and emotions meet. Random thoughts and feelings of mine, molded with patience into a tangibl...
