Where the corners hide baby crows,
Their feathers still drift me off to sleep
As the willows continue to waver for my soul.
...
Where there is grass,
That is older than the ten commandments...
There is fire,
That burned the very first bush.
...
When we look into ourselves,
Do we cower like an armadillo?
Do we roll along with things like they don't exist?
Or do we chirp like the evening birds,
Calling for help as we can't handle
What has been hatched.
...
We've trapped ourselves in a TV,
And watch ourselves repeat history.
The greatest suffering in one hour,
Is your life.
Standing in the lost,
Is where the forgotten are.
Do you wish to be forgotten too?
YOU ARE READING
Haruka Toku Ni
PoetryThis poetry collection is dedicated towards those who're going through internal hardships. When the feelings of wanting to depart grow too strong. If you wish to bathe in serenity, this is for you.
