I think I might not survive a tomorrow
Each night is another sorrow
Some might see me at heaven's gate
But the insides are completely hollow
I wish for a star to come and collide
All the remaining to perish
And rupture the world I no longer cherish
My mind is still larking in the banks of impurity
Yet I live each day just to write some more lines
Dangled up in shadows with a bit more maturity
I often come to realise how my existance is valued in dust
The echiness of past unfortunates bundles up in bamboo huts
And all along the alleys of fury
I tend to not rust off more
The bitter truths and obnoxious lies
And how they might one day succeed
In eating me whole
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Poems Of An Introvert //Poetry//
PoetryGone with the dawn Here my thoughts are layed upon Tales, hidden scares, also disguised happiness Crying out loud cries of souls quitely lying latent ..... Please show ur ❣and support....❤🤗 I'll be writing more cause , As quoted by Robert Frost, ...
