Garden memory, we'd left together
Platform where we fought, solid ground we'd bought
Knife that we had brought, now soaked with water
Thorns of your roses I suffer with droughts
We're alone together; we bathe in blood
Anger, I felt, fidelities I hate
Gunpowders, and the empty land we had
Was just a distraction, but you took bait
In a void we have fallen, you were scared
Fell into an endless hole, we held hands
Flashes of lights, the memories we shared
Tried to leave you, but your voice is so grand
We escaped the war; left me traumatized
Everything you do, I will scrutinize
YOU ARE READING
A Poet's Sojourn: His Compendium
PoetryTales of a poet that was saved by another poet: A collection of the poetry I wrote. I was trapped inside an endless void. I'm on the verge of going crazy- who said I wasn't?
