salmakurdi - Hello Poetry

salmakurdi

salmakurdi

20/F The scent of its stillness, the scars of it remain, / Drifting in the absence of security. / And it rises within my soul like the touch of eternity

soul beneath will skin grief waste thinking life place stay crawling built door glimpses touches warm cold holds scars drifting scent fruitless labor stuck day second freely stays touch feel wasting time eating crumps unfinished feelings piece complain vent dump shame searched lock lonely cave brave nothingness cracking lame silent swallows air breathe dragging guilt agony grind teeth plucking wiltled core stand abyss boxes left bourid rest handwriting pushes follow charge consume plucks bloom drugs standing whisper fales overwhelms grows underneath war head lost searching fit lay hardest figure things easy fair drown smell secret sin laying floor realize spokeshe broke wished mourning lying failing unseen acting great machine green moving dancing ache point property bitter taste thorns constantly carry belong vehemence lurking coldly tempestly safety empty storm bring escape living infinity circles front hold appears catch filling silence caused weight choked woke cloudy dust ink dawn chainall gain stain