I am trying not to
think loud, analyse, undress scars.
Tremors will answer.
Not understood well.
Will write charity of giving
blood to unborn poems.
Sounds and dust have
no names. I bounce back
to claim my right to unspeak.
-
Author:
satishverma (
Offline) - Published: February 26th, 2022 22:25
- Category: Nature
- Views: 6
Offline)
To be able to comment and rate this poem, you must be registered. Register here or if you are already registered, login here.