Everything stops,
With spot in friction,
Euphoria becomes misery,
Quietus become animated.
Then again,
Another Fable begins,
Trauma is the next thing,
But then the particle sheaths it.
They amalgamate,
Now there's an entity,
It becomes an instrument,
Maybe virtuous, maybe substandard.
There's mortal now,
He solicits,
He's incisive,
Screeches...
Then becomes unspoken.
Contemplating is the next thing,
He asphyxiates,
Still he cerebrates:
After vanquishing,
He ascents.
Ceaseless is the game of psychology,
Maybe it'll echo,
MY dear : particle....
This is the yarn about you,
A story about a worldly psychopathic mortal.
YOU ARE READING
Hidden words from the heart ❤️💔💓
PoetryThis is a book in which I'm sharing some poetries that are experienced and written from the heart, it isn't a story but it is a story, It isn't real, but it is real, It isn't good but it isn't Bad, It's not the truth, but it is the truth, It's not a...
