So, should I wait?
Till you open your gate,
For me to enter,
And wholly surrender,
My pain, my agony,
My tears, which only I can see?
I don't like it here,
It's a prison, full of fear;
A dungeon of fiery hell,
Of secrets I cannot tell;
Of insanity, of turbulence,
Of cruelty and impertinence.
I crave for solace, for a hand,
For a cloud on which I can stand;
And float, somewhere far,
Where only sands count the hour;
And I can forget,
Those dreadful memories which are so well set,
Inside by brain,
Driving me insane.
So, should I wait?
Till you open your gate,
For me to step in,
Only to take it all out from within?
~*~
{Hauntings from the past,
And secrets terrorising to last}
11:01pm
1st of February, '18
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YOU ARE READING
Lachrymose
PoetryI miss you, and I can't get over you. You bewitched me and forever left me in a state of lachrymose. #book 3 Cover by @deepan2486 Highest rank - #30 in poetry WINNER OF THE RHYME SCHOLAR AWARDS(WORDGASM) 2017
