The world's been getting smaller; at least that's what we always say
But that's because of these walls we're confined to day by day
These walls, we claim would lead us to perfection
Yet now they sympathise in our affliction.
Round robin
"There's been times that I don't wanna live;
I said one day these scars will be the death of me,
But over imperfections and some 'disparities'?
Where's the logic in such mentality?"
Round robin
"I've thought of ridding my broken heart,
With all the memories that's torn me apart -
But they're part of who I am today,
A stronger person, who's here to stay."
So do yourself a favour and live one more day
On to the next,
And the next
And the next
And the next.
Until you finish this short race.
With hearing, vision, intellect and a heart,
Appreciate ourselves in this bigger world,
Like art.
YOU ARE READING
Storms and Other Short Poems
Poetryᴀ ᴄᴏʟʟᴇᴄᴛɪᴏɴ ᴏғ ᴘᴏᴇᴍs ᴀs ᴘᴇʀᴇɴɴɪᴀʟ ʀᴇғʟᴇᴄᴛɪᴏɴs ᴏғ ʏᴏᴜᴛʜ Storms are temporary. They come and go, but when they hit us, we may not be prepared. These poems may seem bleak and dark at first but as you read along, you'll realise that all we have to do t...
