my poems bleed heartaches
inflicted cries where my soul breaks
is it too much to ask
for serenity
in the midst of all
these calamity?
were putting my guard down
worth all the walls i've put up
or should i place them back
high as a trap?
silly questions where no one could answer
silly thoughts that i hope would falter.
i'm done with all the emotional hurricanes
life can offer
where i only get weaker
each and every day
and if
everything else
would fall down to bricks
broken in mist,
i hope all of you
leaves me alone
to wrap myself
into the calling
of darkness
where i once found
comforting
amidst the currents,
drowning.
YOU ARE READING
coffee stains
Poetrythe cracks on this cup still remains, its stains still unwashed.
