Sitting at the river banks
Reminiscing lost memories of the river
Trying to fight the tears
I hope it will all be like before
When the sun shined brightly on with no one to dim it
When the rain poured heavily with no fear
Now we're
Fighting ourselves in the midst of our troubles
Losing face in face of adversity
Calling on death as master
Battling the inner beast
within us
Sometimes, the memories
of the past comes
as a breeze
with little uncertainty
of the future
and with little hope
for the present
Rediscovering ourselves by losing ourselves
With little memories
of the life
we once know
Yet reality renders
those dreams useless
Crashing right in front
of us
The coming of age
had just begun
maturity has just started
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BROKEN WORLD AND OTHERS
PoetryWhen we look out now a days we see how people are struggling with life and how people keep on oppressing each other. I am a new writer. I hope you like it 🤞 you are free to criticize me and correct me on the thing u see wrong with it but please...
