At the touch of love, everyone becomes a poet.
submerging in a pool of uncontrollable emotions.
Wednesday, November 12, 2014
Penned down emotions @ 2:51 PM

War

Parched throat
Dried & shriveled hands
I do not have time
Not enough to bring me there
These legs, heavy as anchors
My shadow haunts me
Tied to the guilt of yesterday

Yesterday orange, today blue,
It might be red or purple tomorrow
I do not have time
Not enough to bring me there
Every vein,
Every artery,
Beckons to surrender
To collapse into clouds
Pain & Torment
Glasses of Memories shatter

Still, this thin rope I cling on to
What held me on before
Could not hold me
Will this do?
I have no choice
I do not have time
I must get there
Before sunrise.

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