Poetry

Longing

Rolling warm water droplets upon thy’s face,

That’s what happens when one forgets to breathe

Aching shell, the manifestation of thy’s inner turmoils

I hate the cold, reminder of one’s fragile nature

Longing for salvation, the catalyst of hope,

Tormented by thy’s thoughts, with the hindrance in expression, one silently looks to the sky,

As the rain cease, so shall thy’s toxic seed

So I hope…

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