the past —
is throbbing
temped to embrace it
lost —
in my own regime,
everything behind is closed
but sometimes,
sometimes a piece of it takes over
a broken piece,
that I've been shaping for so long
drowning with my own notion
letting the waves consume me
last glimpse at the dark sky,
another star,
will fall tonight
YOU ARE READING
Dancing In The Rain Alone
PoetryCopyright © December 2020 by Mystital - pain emanating as noun, adjectives and verbs, you're about to read what's going on in my mind, welcome my dear to my very own abyss. All rights reserved. Every single part of this book belongs to me.
