I resent.
Will remain that
I am.
No fissures. Frozen
mind. I am not thinking.
Peeling off the day
layer by layer. Fear
refuses to cross the street.
Not becoming.
Not carrying any weight.
The journey collects only―
the names.
No peaks. Restraint
I say to dark. Light
was waiting.
-
Author:
satishverma (
Offline) - Published: November 12th, 2018 23:21
- Category: Nature
- Views: 9
- Users favorite of this poem: Laura🌻
Offline)
Comments1
Light behind the shadows!
To be able to comment and rate this poem, you must be registered. Register here or if you are already registered, login here.