Minutes stretched to hours
And hours to days.
Hope turned to fear
As tears found their threshold.
Going through the day
Like the walking dead
The venom of betrayal
Boils through the blood
Wishes, wishes. Oh, wishes!
But you can't skip the pain,
It's part of the process.
YOU ARE READING
Random poems
PoetrySometimes, the only way we can truly express ourselves is by penning our emotions. When we need to be heard, but no one seems to listen. The only option is to write in hope that someday, someone truly worthy will listen and understand.
