It was March, since I am boating at the sea of the unknown.
I just keep on paddling, paddling, and paddling.
Until, I broke my arms at the middle of the sea.
The boat is getting heavy,
The falls in my eyes are flowing
The red rivers are coming in my mouth.
My heart carries a load, which I kept for a year.
Until, it was heavier, that makes it hard for me to keep on paddling
As a result, I broke my arms, I can no longer hold the paddle
I just lay down at the sinking boat, while looking at the black clouds.
The Dark Sky, writes, Good Mourning,
My Eyes, are extremely at falls while mourning.
I am mourning for I discovered,
I have been played so hard by;
Paste peers,
Venomous environments,
UnEarthly concepts.
I asked heavenly father;
Why do they leave me?
I don't know, but now, one thing is for sure,
I can just only watch the black clouds,
While pretending to be happy, while my arms
Are broken,
And the boat is sinking...
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MP LIGHTS 143: BOOK 2
Poetry-This book is a collection of poems, written in traditional and free verse patterns. -This book offers you to enjoy poetry while making a touch in your world through poems.
