The sound of death
wrenched my heart from where it slept,
breathed for momentary oblivion
but the consciousness has been breached,
fallen into that familiar nostalgia,
down into where the buried rested
and now bound to haunt...
Self, learn to forgive...
-Sleepless @ 4F7, from Manang Gladys Susan
Nice poetry. Did you write it yourself? I also read your notes beside. I really the way you wrote it.
ReplyDeletei didn't write this one, simply borrowed a poem written by a friend...however everything else you'll see here in my blog is my work...tnx for droppin by...
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