The sun
I need it's warm beam.
Coldness, it's approaching me,
I can hear my skin scream.
The light,
Where can it possibly go ?
Am I trapped in a dark tunnel ?
But I tried to escape, years ago.
The dark,
It engraved in my mind.
No matter how many times I open my eyes
I still seem to be blind.
The life,
How can I make sure I'm alive?
When everything around me seems dead,
How long can I survive?
N.Hetari
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Beyond The Thoughts
Poezja[Completed] "We all have stories, some will tell, some will hide and some will just pour it all in a poem"
