Submit your work, meet writers and drop the ads. Become a member
Dec 2015
I wanted to preserve a bubble.
Pop!
Realisation pulled me through a tunnel,
taking me away from my vague fantasies
where are my black feathers? my wings?
Is this an illusion?
I thought I lost you.


**This is not the game we ought to play.
© 2015 by Sneha Mundari. All rights reserved.
sneha mundari
Written by
sneha mundari
972
 
Please log in to view and add comments on poems