Time slowly withers laying on my bed
Searching through every noise flashing images through the screen
So I open the scripture close to heart, scrambled letters ease my unsettled mind confused by the order of the world
Slowly drifting away in the hemisphere of the universe, lost in another world if only I could stay long
If only I could sleep along the rivers that whistle and the sweet clouds rising me above, if only this world of unrealistic metaphors are then perhaps my mind, my soul would be at ease with nothing but peace.
Closed shut the letters of my choatic corruption erupt as I close my world
Then quickly the time lapses through the vast emptiness of emotions invisible in this suffocating realm.
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Decaying and Reviving Hope
Poëzie#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...
