Crumble,
And shatter.
Let the glass turn into petals,
Underneath the void.
Where the true form of "nothing" exist.
When we cry to others,
We are bleeding remains of our shell.
When we drown them,
We don't realize it.
To spill the drink before it's served,
How can we taste you?
How can we mix you?
How can we love you?
These silent massacres,
Feel like another war.
Bombs are dropped,
And the target is you.
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.
