i think it starts to grow
while filling me up as it flows
no matter where i hide
the roots are already creeping inside
now i swallow all my miseries
yet your eyes are still brimming with uncertainties
all that i built will go to waste
will you let me run away to another place?
i can't let it bloom
'coz i can't control it once it goes boom
YOU ARE READING
Vestige
Poetrycal's bevy of forgotten notion, thoughts, and desultory passage through poetry and prose, as this vessel continue to withstand this realm's bullshit - credits to the owner of the image that i used for the book cover -
