The four wall heard,
Screams of her heart and
Pounding of the pouring rain.
Through the thick walls
Creeped coldness,
And losing to the cold meant
Losing the battle
But the creeping cold is getting stronger,
Will the walls always be cold?
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Realest
شِعرPoems and tales that will remind you of how much you are actually living and hurting. Some realistic poetry. Actually not a good writer but do leave some feed backs for me.
