In a room full of darkness,
The light could barely reach me,
I could hear voices which were not familiar yet provoked me to step ahead.They took me through ways I should have never been through
But one day,
I could heard a soft whisper, felt familiar but couldn't hear it between the havoc of voices
The havoc tried to suppress the whispers
But this time it decided to dominate.Concentrated and followed it to the path full of pain and failures but ultimately leading to a beatific life.
While,
The world believed in the havoc,
I decided to believe on those whispers.
YOU ARE READING
The burning rose (Completed)
PoesiaA book of poems Not related to rose. Except one of them. 18 poems which you may or may not relate to. I hope you like it. Pls show some love if you did like them, it would make my day.✌ #thecosmicawards2018