Lost in enlightenment,
shielded by anger and confronted by fear,
in a place where no one goes only the wicked dear,
in search of a wishing well that's called wishing thinking.
Undermining and underlining every word you ever wrote, the lies you once told, the misery you once held and the sadness you once filled.
hoping one day you will make it out of this paradox and reconcile with your happiness
even if its at my cost..
YOU ARE READING
Awaken
PoesieMy inner thoughts : poverty and politics due to the casualty of war lost love that was once found but now lost
