For everything that there exists there is pain associated with it.
How could have I not had some of it?
This war I never wanted. I've been a lover of peace.
But if the world was to end tomorrow, I would care little.
For mine has ended already.
Devastated as I am today, terrified of facing tomorrow. Countless are the pieces of my heart, shattered, left incapable of anything except for what's only biological.
All my senses conspiring against me to make me feel nothing but one thing. Every functionality of the world is only a mere formality. Whether the sun shining bright or the heavens pouring down, the gentle breeze caressing my skin or the wild wind ripping my clothes, only pain is what I feel. Everything else is just as irrelevant as anything.
I'm afraid of living. Take me backward in time, forward is not where I want to be.
Your words😍✨
Woww
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Hope your heart never gets broken, brother. Beautiful poem ❤
Your words make me think, rethink and keep thinking. This is how a poem should be.
I am glad, I now have enough to live my day.🌸
My dear friend, you are like the wild wind which touches every heart. You are like the peaceful song that pours out of a nightingale's bosom. You are that deep a human! Your poems reflects your entirety, your most true self, the Universe in you.
Please keep your pen bleeding. Indeed, your pen is so mighty.
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