Raising my hopes,
what more could I do?
I am on the end of a headless cliff.
Not a soul wanted to stay close to me,
It seems everyone was cursed to not speak,
I can sense their nightmares pile up.
Just to feel this..
it made me sick,
this wasn't worth it to open my eyes.
This black plague always followed me,
I couldn't get rid of this tragedy,
that tore within me.
Every time I spoke,
I felt it's hands grab my throat,
so it seeks to kill my hopes...
I refuse to die by those hands,
If I can find my true strength,
I can end this cursed dream.
If can open my true eyes,
I can laugh again.
KAMU SEDANG MEMBACA
Inner Boundaries
PuisiThe stride to write, I lost it time and time again. There was very little moments when I found my light. Once I found it I would keep it locked up inside me. Often I would struggle to bring those words out. I'm always finding the same words I met b...
