Time passes fast.
Is it a waste?
Are we passing through it?
I can never remain silent,
History is repeating,
My chapter is ending.
Yet, the horizon hasn't
reached the limits.
Never ending, passing
through the time,
wasting the life,
Was it worth it?
YOU ARE READING
The Way I Say It
PoetryCollections of poems throughout the time of high school. They were primarily written without any structure or rules. Those poems are very close to me. Each highlights the lows and highs of individual life and the perception of others and themselves...
