Something sparked arrays...
The nights crawled on the floor,
And the waters were drowning me.
...
Streaks on my face,
Like a knife sliced a "care" for dessert.
Can't bear the wear and tear,
As is stares into the oblivion,
In which I lived in.
Holes made of war,
I bombed another world for you.
The animal I've loathed,
Has now become reality.
But is it who I am?
Or is it my movements?
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.
