Weathered by day and night,
It became fragile with just a touch of a hand.
Torn by the change of tides,
Changing the pureness of white into a pure colour of time.
The dust from the parchment chokes my words from what was written.
Hearing the same old lines in my head -
Again and again...
As I drove away from the words shut in the face of this lonely parchment.
I,
Kept on reading from its head till the end.
Starting from the name to the content.
Until I -
Read the end...
Giving your last farewell...
Which ends the line from this old parchment.
YOU ARE READING
A Ludicrous World
ПоэзияA Collection of Poetry written by Kyle Patrick De Guzman It is a world filled with absurdity where only a few could understand and take. It is all real or could just be a mere possibility - for some. "Nothing is absurd as long as it is real and plau...
