Whatever I touch
Always breaks.
It leaves behind
More than a thousand aches.
I can't seem to walk
Without falling down.
The gravity insist to pull me
Till I drown.
Everytime I blink
I can't seem to open my eye
If I said I'm not tired
Then it must be a lie.
My voice
I can no longer speak.
Silence took my voice
Why did I suddenly feel weak?
N.Hetari
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Beyond The Thoughts
Poesia[Completed] "We all have stories, some will tell, some will hide and some will just pour it all in a poem"
