A shelter I am in the seek for
in all the hatred I've surrounded myself with
I've seen my bridges set on fire
by the slightest of hoped I've felt
For what I try is not enough
to get a grip on this grappled gap
Running away of collapsing shelters from within
a perpetual refugee of empty wordings
Today I build a new home in a new shelter
despite all the cracks I've seen on its entrance
Because shelters are scarce on this dying world
and I have been cursed to live in it until its last dying second
Apr 20
Apr 20, 2026 at 10:17 AM UTC
A shelter I am in the seek for
in all the hatred I've surrounded myself with
I've seen my bridges set on fire
by the slightest of hoped I've felt
For what I try is not enough
to get a grip on this grappled gap
Running away of collapsing shelters from within
a perpetual refugee of empty wordings
Today I build a new home in a new shelter
despite all the cracks I've seen on its entrance
Because shelters are scarce on this dying world
and I have been cursed to live in it until its last dying second
No idea if this is public, but this is my sixth migration of poetry platform.
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