"Good night."
A space so many things that lie
Simple, but not shallow
Two words but not insubstantial
Clear, but it makes you ponder
What if it turns out to be reachable?
If they do, wouldn't they lead people to a duel?
A thick blanket for you and your thinking to warm in
Body inside your bedroom and an answer inside your head
Close your eyes, feel yourself fall, sinking
Listen to the lullabies sung in a hum
The ceiling accepts your bid farewell
Your regular visits made you familiar
A boy of merit who also the head of the team
An exemplar for people to revere
YOU ARE READING
Breaking Nacre
Poetry"I was a time bomb you said, Ticking, destruction awaits as I keep moving." Copyright © 2021 by Giasemine S.
