I sink below memories
Falling out of this moment
And into the treasuries
Of the words that are potent.
It screams at me, blindingly
That, I'm left almost breathless.
Why keep it all willingly?
When books make yourself weightless?
We can all be enveloped
In the ink of a story
In the words that developed
Into a legend of glory.
This is my poetry book.
Únete a la comunidad narrativa más grandeObtén recomendaciones personalizadas de historias, guarda tus favoritas en tu biblioteca, y comenta y vota para hacer crecer tu comunidad.
This poetry collection is dedicated towards those who're going through internal hardships. When the feelings of wanting to depart grow too strong. If you wish to bathe in serenity, this is for you.