No roots for the brethren, Cast outs must fly, To remain where you're planted, Means you're doomed to die, Wanderers find immortality, In the stories that they share, Repeated with embellishments, But the meaning's always there, Seeing new horizons, Brings fire to the soul, It's like forever being born, Into a world with much to know, Step out from the shadows, That you placed yourself within, Be the one whose footsteps, Guide tomorrow's kith and kin. @writersnetwork
the intoxicating agony- when i run my fingers, over the letters signed (his name).
how do i describe this five letter word 'agony'? agony is synonymous with my existence. i dive into the ocean of memories, in search for the trenches of our love. my bones ache, while matching my steps with your silhouettes.
our tale is like that of, a van gogh's incomplete painting, trapped in a canvas.
poetry is dripping uncontrollably, all that turning into a ballad.
i. wounds heal?/ with time?/ with a few tablespoons of love and care?/ ehl-oh-ehl.
ii. i clutch the letters like a life jacket/ search for solace in the servileness of sorrow, fears and tears/ knife stabbed on my chest/ agony outweighs my stab injury on arbitrary scale of pain.
iii. it doesn't hurt/ it doesn't hurt at all/ pttf/ it hurts/ blood ripping through my vein/ kiss away all my pain/ let all that agony drain/ let me be soothed by the rain/ let the memories leave my brain (vacant).
iv. agony/ same old cliché/ leaves in dismay/ suicidal/ drunk/ escape/ repeat.
what is my fault, if wedding rings, don't fit on women like me? [error 104].