We are
Tumultuous as a storm
Raging as a forest fire
We scream and shout
So loud it makes the mountains trembleWe are
Roar of the ocean
Havoc of the hurricane
Fury of the thunder
And carnage of the warAnd yet...
We are
Fragile as a promise
Our hearts made of glasses
Seeking comfort in fabricated memories
Drowning in the same melancholyWith every setting sun
We sink a little in our own gloom
Forged by our longings for love
And happily ever afters
For victories and invincibilityWe are
Scared of sincerity
Petrified of probity
A Walking paradox
A victim of vindictivenessWe are
Wretched, insolent, frantic.
Brave, wise, diligent.
Still trying to figure out what we are

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PoetryA drop of ink defines thousands of memories and millions of emotions. Cover by: Desi_damsel