On the roads laden with fear
I walk along with my tears
Calloused hands barely making sense
There's no pretense.
These nights just don't seem to end
Like a painter's canvas bereft
Listening to the heart is the hardest
These storms just don't want to subside.
I see pieces of me drift from sight
Drowning bruised dreams in the light
I carry on with effervescence
Along with humility and perseverance.
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Ethereal Expressions
PoetryEthereal Expressions are dewdrops in the chaos of consciousness. Sprinkled with words, they are a peek and dive into the realm of self and shells. My poems have no titles due to the diversity in perception and understanding. I'd love my readers to h...
