Refusing to be
healed.
A wound will stay awake.
Mired in bitter controversy,
the captain said―
the war was not a deliberate act of
atoning for the soul.
That prevents the sun
to come out after a long night.
You walk in the light years,
gaunt and dazed,
in pain of hunger. The words
hang in shame.
A city fails, for
another voice of verse,
in favour of renunciation.
Oct 22, 2016
Oct 22, 2016 at 8:04 PM UTC
Refusing to be
healed.
A wound will stay awake.
Mired in bitter controversy,
the captain said―
the war was not a deliberate act of
atoning for the soul.
That prevents the sun
to come out after a long night.
You walk in the light years,
gaunt and dazed,
in pain of hunger. The words
hang in shame.
A city fails, for
another voice of verse,
in favour of renunciation.