I am still unsure
of why did you chose death
and left the world in silence
like dandelions, you erased your presence in subtlety when
you knew there is still hope
there is still room
for forgiveness and change
even when your heart starts seeking for blades
What I am sure of
Is that you still have a place
in this world of madness
You still have a home
YOU ARE READING
Repetition
PoetrySometimes a cup of coffee and morning vibes won't work until you get a pinch of reality to be fully aware of ourselves, and what is truly happening outside our living bubble. Let's read one to find which line of this reality hit yours.
