It's hard to keep my eyes open now,
and it's getting hard to breathe every second,
someone holding my hand is all I can feel,
other than the pain which is hard to deal,
'I am here' he voiced out
but I heard something along the lines say 'stay',
cradling me, he picked me up,
and a groan escaped my lips without a second thought,
'It's okay' he whispered
his hold was strong but his voice was not,
I felt him move from the place, and
slowly he started increasing his pace
I wanted to ask soo much but it's hard to spell,
still, gulping down the roughness I asked him
'didn't you say I'll die by your hands,
aren't you happy now?'
slowly I strained out
opening my mouth again I started to speak,
only to be stopped by him
'YOU ARE NOT DYING' he shouted
in his voice evident of anger, yet strong and firm,
it wasn't long after which I surrendered myself to darkness...
ESTÁ A LER
THE PREMISE OF LOVE
PoesiaMy Poetry, the art form of the soul, is an exquisite tapestry of language that weaves together emotions, thoughts, and experiences with skillful craftsmanship. It is a captivating expression of the human spirit, transcending time and culture, to tou...
