Broken ship through the shuttered hope to see another daylight
Screaming rope shivered around the neck hopeless to see another dawn
Right now, right here, if only, if only the gun peirced through these pair of lungs
If only these tyres cackle at the sound of my bones, would the pain wither and silently release me at ease
Forever would I sleep withering away down the river drowning my lungs jumping five feet down the cliff
not holding to the edge
Slowly I wither to reborn to another phase despising another life
So much I wish I withered into ash and eradicted from this world
But the process of the petal's reborn gives me another home at the grasp of mother's feather covering me from reality's cold.
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Decaying and Reviving Hope
Puisi#3 hot: #Reviving #1: wattap #1 hot: #wattpad Collections of poems and short stories exploring the different conflicts impacted and collected within her memory. An opened door to my sorrow and happiness, to my bitter-sweet affections that were hidd...
