I didn't emerged;
I didn't emerged through the fog
I'm still here—
Weeping, crying,
Sobbing with tepid tears—
Taken by those wretched leers.
It's all coming back;
It's all coming back to me
The heartbreak, bitter—
That faded out all my sweeteners,
Creeping through the back of my hide
Consuming my whole—
Slowly making me blind.
I couldn't see the light,
The light that always shining,
Through me
The one who shepherds me—
The one who patronizes me—
The one who makes me see.
Though despite all of those—
These oblivious facts didn't made me overdose
I saw it;
I saw the roof,
I saw the proof,
The proof that's making me squiggle my very own lips,
To bring the amiability,
To craft the solubility,
To beckon the ability,
To improve my stability.
I fervently glanced—
The home where I belong
Where it all harnessed,
Where it all honed,
My thoughts, my vision, my blemishes—
Hereby exterminated my fetishes.
I saw the path—
A path back home,
A path to my beloved abode,
A path where it all started,
A path to restore everything,
A path to heal these injuries.
I missed it—
The comfortable atmosphere,
The aromatic smell of home,
Where it all started,
Where I truly belong.
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Ups and Downs: Short Poems ✔
PoetryBook 1 of the "Short Poems" series. This book contains all the poems that I wrote over the past years. (100 SHORT POEMS AVAILABLE) (BEST IN BLACK BACKGROUND) (COMPLETED) - - - Copyright © 2019 by Pawerr14 All Rights Reserved
