Encapsulated
Lost
For the need of a better word
I'm wishing for some kind of
Revival
For some kind of
Remedy
All I have
Is the labyrinth of the smog
Leading me to lost places
All I have
Is the blackness of the night
No candlelit stars showing off their light
All I have
Is hopelessness
But at least I have something
Something to hold on to
To keep me warm
And embrace me in the bewildering darkness
But I want you
I really do
I want you to be
My one shining light
Right now,
That's all I need
YOU ARE READING
Bonded With Tears (7)
PuisiA poetry book. A semi-story based loosely on real life events, mainly my emotions amplified on paper. Also linked to the idea of homelessness.
