Do you remember a tiny town,
on the outskirts of a forgotten pathway?
no one in sight, sitting on a station,
you were alone, without
a ray.
You kept thinking of journey that you have made so far, suddenly feeling tired,
without any destination, just
a traveler, peace is
what you have always
desired.
Try to reminisce that fellow on last train,
who promised to accompany
you till your last stop.
You smiled, said yes even though you knew it was nothing
but a tiring hope.
Didn't you remember the pieces of broken delicate glass you used to call heart!
Now, sitting at an abandoned station smiling carelessly, how did you
learn this art?
fixing together those broken pieces with mirth waiting
for next train.
Forgetting about tears, flowing down freely, amalgamating
with rain.
I heard the voice of a train approaching, Alas, you never have had learn your lesson anyway.
just leave the pieces be, get ready for another journey, i have nothing
else to say.
Yours Luna,
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Catastrophe
PoetrySolace and peace those words unknown to me, Chaos in my existence thoughts and mind, I portray them through my words, On the brink of losing myself, Held by a thread with sanity, I am falling toward this Catastrophe...! ¤ I have blended the amalgama...
