Not today
Were the words spoken;
Kill the day
Was the goal achieved often;
Weary eyes
With what she woke again;
Exhaustion
Was driving her insane;
Possibility
Of happening a miracle;
Troubles
She didn't know how to tackle;
Laughter
Only pierced her ears;
Scars
That were bleeding for years
Crimson
She was yet to taste it;
Heart
Was cold as if frost bit;
Monster
Was at the edge of making;
No wonder
Her enemies were shanking.
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Poem Collection
PoetryA glimpse in my subconscious as I rarely consult my consciousness while writing the stuff that rhymes. It emerges on its own and darkens the paper before I even have the time to form judgements regarding what has been composed by my ruthless yet sen...
