No Dark Crime


I am done for,
jumping the wall of
signature pain.

I hear you talking
in whispers, to an invisible
god of absence.

A journey breaks
halfway. Were you going
to write off our hand-made tapestry?

O God, you hit
precisely. I want to throw
back your kindness.

Ah, the scars don't
go. Time does not heal
the wounds of earth.

  • Author: satishverma (Offline Offline)
  • Published: November 14th, 2023 20:04
  • Category: Nature
  • Views: 4
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