Ayah .H
We take advantage
Of this silent wind
Yapping continuously
We mock it's timid nature
Until we brew its danger
With a stick of time
Until it steams fire
Burning our souls
We will scream
Anguished. Scarred.
But too blinded by pain to see that this hurricane,
Was of our doing.
12/03/2020
YOU ARE READING
Breakfast With Suns And Tears
PoesiePoetry. "As you can see I am made of glass You can break me to pieces But know this You will never walk away unscathed Without a promise of a scar And a blood trail left behind " Ayah .H
