Hello Poetry
Submit your work and get some sparkles! Create free account
Cog - wheel of nature to steer numbered the days one ,two, three ... seven and whatever it's far or near The wheel always to steer you're fragile and finite but you're to suffer , At last life to transit in very next sphere , Crudely bitter is the soil raw and all happiness a momentarily joy but soaked in salty tears , All the days are same as you carry yourself being stagnant and rotten stripping off the past O'dear and beneath the polished crust!gaping wounds in its core, Charred soul is shredded , Whole across stretched the tears and I carry all the pains And mounting burdens to next ..... as it's always been existed truly before end! So near !
0
Sep 11, 2015
Sep 11, 2015 at 5:17 AM UTC
wheels
Cog - wheel of nature to steer numbered the days one ,two, three ... seven and whatever it's far or near The wheel always to steer you're fragile and finite but you're to suffer , At last life to transit in very next sphere , Crudely bitter is the soil raw and all happiness a momentarily joy but soaked in salty tears , All the days are same as you carry yourself being stagnant and rotten stripping off the past O'dear and beneath the polished crust!gaping wounds in its core, Charred soul is shredded , Whole across stretched the tears and I carry all the pains And mounting burdens to next ..... as it's always been existed truly before end! So near !
imran-raza
Written by
Sep 11, 2015
Sep 11, 2015 at 5:17 AM UTC
Request permission to use this poem