Ten thousand furlongs
Of danger
In those blue skies
Pretending not to rain
The word has come
Of the pain
Gone are the ones of joy
I am ill
Bored, tremendous
Waiting to live
Waiting to die
Wanting hope
The cat sleeps
The dogs have gone thin
Heartache deepened
Roses grow in the dead
For the dead
Ebbing and flowing
Is my depression
Inspiring me to fall
If I were young again
Oh, I was young once!
-urmi
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Window Acoustic
Poetry'Window Acoustic' is a treble and bass of my thoughts. In this collection, one may find poetry born out of light and dark seeking to avoid reality or facing its vice.
