Eyes finally closed
No sound is heard
No breath is taken
No word is spoken
Just you,
Gone forever,
Lonely and alone,
Facing something as big as every existing thing collected and still unerringly owed.
Infiniteness of all universes not discovered or even known,
Or may be just a voided none.
The thing i could never understand and have always forgone.
Facing the unknown,
Lanterns and thoughts that everyone presumed.
The fear that had grown,
Inside of you,
All of your life,
And kept you so blown,
When you think of the day you will leave home.
YOU ARE READING
Surviving
PoetryShe wanted to survive so she created art. It's not a roman but kind of a short essay. It's about silence and noise, about introverts being forced to extroversion, about the little secret of an introvert. It's simply about a life among billions. All...
