Caged, trapped, and all alone
With feet nailed onto the frozen ground.
My time is fleeting, and all hope is gone
With no one helping me even when I make a sound.
I reach out only for nothingness to greet me,
And Death tightens its grip on me with its bony fingers.
Was it too late for me to finally see
All the mistakes that poisoned me for the past nineteen summers?
आप पढ़ रहे हैं
𝓓𝓮𝓮𝓹 𝓢𝓱𝓪𝓵𝓵𝓸𝔀𝓼 || 𝓹𝓸𝓮𝓽𝓻𝔂
कविता❝And like the moon, we must go through phases of emptiness to feel full again.❞ Embrace your sadness and speak with the darkness, then let it guide your pen. Brightness doesn't exist without the dark to help it shine. Copyright © 2021, M. A. Beni...
