i've been running from a sandstorm
every turn i take
It changes it's direction
it swallows me
it follows me
But after a while you realise ....
It doesn't follow you
It is something that is inside you.
This emptiness followed by the negative space of pure saturated pain
Where will you go?
YOU ARE READING
कथा | rotten poems
PoetryMy helplessness has written itself in words , o woe. I surrunder to you all of me. Copyright @ Mehak COMPLETED // 2019
