Sep 3
my shaking hands and long sighs
for who i am, i feed on delusions
that someday the bow in my chest will fall
and a new dawn will arrive at the door
the weight i carry- of emotions, stronger than waves
waves that are sinking me under their weight
i close my eyes and teleport to secret gardens
i'm too weary to bear this pain
for who i am, i feed on delusions
that someday the bow in my chest will fall
and a new dawn will arrive at the door
the weight i carry- of emotions, stronger than waves
waves that are sinking me under their weight
i close my eyes and teleport to secret gardens
i'm too weary to bear this pain
Written on:- December 11, 2024; 11:42 am
This poem is about depression and hope that is devil disguise as beauty. So no matter how much you hope everything is going to be fine, fate throws another problem at your face.
This poem is about depression and hope that is devil disguise as beauty. So no matter how much you hope everything is going to be fine, fate throws another problem at your face.
