It's been days
I been here
In a world not
So dear to me
Perhaps dear
To others
I been here
I know
It is tiresome
To me and to some
Not all
things
here are
as good as before
And it is called reality
of life beyond nineteen.
YOU ARE READING
The Breathing Poems
PoetryWhen I cannot speak, I cannot be mad, when I cannot share the happiness, all I have to do is to write the breathing poems.
