The eye will whisper many Decembers...
Covered in archaic bones made of mountain sides...
And as the lips will crumble from stillness,
The voice will either shout,
Or cry.
...
Your face will be covered in the sweetest caramel,
But the bitterness will make it expired.
And sometimes,
It will be a weapon to use in this war.
While the many troops scream towards death,
The commanders will laugh at the bank.
The generals will retire with scarred memories,
And a chair covered in golden leopards.
...
Die peacefully.
As the sun sets on the heart,
The heat will always be what we're fighting.
Pure defiance,
Lies at the core.
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.
