Submit your work, meet writers and drop the ads. Become a member
Jun 2016
We lay there
I, the *******
Stranger towards immortality

Lying
In the confused depths
Of my fatal sensibility

One piece
Never understood
The other two
Crawl away for good

It all's been mentioned
Already in the written past
Of this world of mad kind

And we keep calling it
Different names,
Yet the same lines

Wasted words and
Buried sound

You saved me the day
You came around.
Dana Skorvankova
Written by
Dana Skorvankova  21/F
(21/F)   
  1.8k
   Sk Abdul Aziz, Mack, Matt, --- and Mikayla
Please log in to view and add comments on poems