I am deceased.
yes I am, but why can I still feel?
these throbs and achings
you've abandoned me.
I'm lost.
yes I'm, into somewhere I didn't like.
I'm unaccomplished.
yes that's true, I'm, all cause
I'm still longing.
peeping for something
I actually endeared, truly.
Am I lost?
I still don't know.
my soul's keep strolling.
And, I so abhor this place.
this air chokes and strangles me.
All around me is white.
Am I supposed to shut my eyes?
say yes, but I perceive no's.
everything's in ruin,
everything's in tumble- down
My eyes gaping for peace.
I'm unsighted.
yes I am, it's hard to utter.
Is it too late?
You think so?
I am lying down.
I can't perceive the aesthete.
'twas absolutely blurry,
I'm in vain.
yes I am, as I can't satisfy myself.
I can't understand.
Are they weeping?
it's still unknown.
it's still all strange
I don't want to believe.
cause I don't muse it's for real.
I am gone.
Yes I am, I saw the whole of it.
this is the conclusion.
Yes it is.
Should I bid adieu?
anew, just utter yes.
I glimpsed the dusk.
It leads me into a light.
Am I gonna fright?
I'll go with you.
Yes you may, you're new.
I'm evanescing.
yes I am.
leisurely, fasten this door.
everything's in dark
I'll shut my eyes.
This is it.
Now I'm gone,
I'll say adieu.
We'll meet up high.
©Simranjolly_
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The Bleeding Rose
PoetryThis book is generally based on a girl who had endured a lot of pangs all through love, obsession, shattered heart and obviously by an adrifted amour. And all these concepts or ideas written by author's vivid imagination and fascinations towards poe...
