It seems unfair
Don't you think
To be in this despair
Of murky reality
It can feel lonely
Even the world is seem so big
Cannot see
Pass the willow tree
Trap and stuck
Between wanting to stay or to leave
Life in abstract
Full of wonders and grieve
YOU ARE READING
Echoes Of The Dead Poets
Poetry"Dark inks on dark secrets, full of wonders and ends, thoughts of the night of murky life." ©cover not mine
