You've ushered me to stand resolute
In the face of every blow
While digging in my roots
In a ground never ploughed.
Your words were my fight song-
My lullaby when sleep has dissipated away,
But was my final destination wrong,
Or were my bones set for decay!
Once upon a night, I was treading alone
With an itch for surrendering
Never to be found until dawn,
To figure out the truth was never drawn.
Stop, pause over here!
I'm certain the truth was carved
In a bloody shade, on a wall gnarled.
How can no trace be found of me?
"Maybe it sank, with all legends, in a sea!"
It was my fault,
I've never let go of your tight grip.
It was my fault,
From your potion I did sip.
Our memories were once painted
In ephemeral chalk outlines...
Now, what's left became traces
Of stories bygone.
YOU ARE READING
Resonating Hymns. Variegated Stars. Cold Hearts.✔️
Poetry✴✴In which a girl lives life with a radiant heart...✴✴ She was all wrong. ✖ 🌅She was once a fruitful paradise 🌨️Before a blizzard did strike, 🌬️And nothing could thaw her freezing soul. ✴️My head is a terrific kingdom, and I fear treading...
