If you don't mind I have to go,
I pack my bags as its getting late,
This place won't let me grow,
My roots and leaves starts to rot,
Tired of bearing so much sorrow,
Life had not been easy before,
But now air is even hard to borrow,
I felt this needed to be done,
I hope for me its better tomorrow.
YOU ARE READING
Sinking Alphabets
PoetryAnd I picked up my quill and let my thoughts and feelings dive deep in the ocean of poetry. ~All rights are reserved.
