dreams renew themselves every season.
till our only mission in life bespeaks to fight against what we speak.
someday, i will board the ferry, and greet charon with an obol and hopes of a fool
we are on this never-ending seesaw of hatred and love.
human life is scarily fragile.
Broken words, shattered mirror,Tears ricochet, shouts linger,Bruises in shape of butterfly on stomach. Held by chains against rock,Raging storm surround,Screams unheard, alone. Crawl across sand, Wind ferocious biting into skin,Raw knees, raw soul. Beg for forgiveness,Pushed back down, back screaming,Waves relentless on your shore. Broken soul, broken tears,He says “I’m sorry, can you forgive?”Buys youContinue reading “The Broken One”