There was a time when i thought, i could survive
But things changes and the health can't handle it again
I went through a week that made things clear
About me and how human is so weak
The world starts changing, even my cup is revolving
To take my drugs or else I am dying
I thought of giving up when my legs gave out
When my fever rises and took me to another space
Where i felt miserable, vulnerable to the point of letting my soul away
We may have 206 bones
But our soul is a candle that a whisper could blow away
A long chain is our life but who said the last are slowly as the first
So watch out dear soul, or hell would be your only choice.
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Inner explosion
PoesiaWhat a better idea than having a 30 days challenge that will turn into 28 since i started it in February, to boost creativity and writing skills after a long pause. This is a collection of poems inspired from photos, nature,shows, the daily life...
