end the world in 7 days
who will die
and who will cry
shine of gold
spill tears of onyx
now what's the point
in being honest
leak lies as waterfalls
fill cracked eyes of glass
shatter it,
and too, your mask
rings under your eyes
the colour of the midnight sky
intentions can turn
on a silver dime
smile as you run out of time
YOU ARE READING
hiraeth.
Poetryhiraeth (n.) a longing for a home to which you cannot return, a home which maybe never was; the nostalgia, the yearning, the grief for the lost places of your past. | a collection of poems from my life experience | || begin: 05 june 2020 ||
