You've walked in the lane of thorns
Drenched your psyche in doubt
Crept your way out of the dark
Scorched your flesh by torment
Drifted yourself in delusion
It's complicated, it's slow
But hold that creed
Move and never let go
Not knowing what would betide
Just let it flow
Let yourself raveled
with that thick thread crimson silk
One day, You'll see
You will ascent freely
You're a masterpiece at work
Art in progress
A metamorphosis waiting to happen
YOU ARE READING
INKED RHYMES OF A BROKEN SOUL
PoetryI write for my old wounds, I continue inking for new. Coz when I can't speak, my inked words somehow suffice. Collection of heartaches, pain, love, and sorrow. Written to proved that something broken can be turned to something beautiful Written in E...
