The moarning of the body over the soul,
This time only flash has life as it breaths,
But the soul has past away with stormy moments,
No aid have been laid as gravity pulled me down,
What better could I have done,
Since I've always been on my own.
On my own in this blue planet,
Fighting against these glitches on my odyssey,
Trying to favour my bowels to salvage,
But I guess this earth is just too savage,
I can fight as much as I can, but i can't kill,
This world is unlike me,
I've learnt that when my hopes were murdered,
And all that was left is fear bulge in an empty room,
On my own.
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On my Own
PoetryOn my own, fighting to keep my breathes, longing to grab a life, yet whatever that which life has in store for me is pain and the least of ecstasy.
