Running with soap bubbles in your eyes,
desperate, red, hungry and afraid.
Run; run faster but please,
Rub them; rub them off if you must.
Rub them darker.
(Careful by the cliffside)
YOU ARE READING
Misfits et al.
Poetry[An Experimental Attempt] A book of poetry that doesn't always rhyme; towards yet another attempt to dwell into realities, emotions and dreams-trying to scratch away layers without tearing them up. Thank you for checking them out.
