there is no calm in this burning,
just an incessant play of havoc
and chaos but who wants peace
when your hurt and pain
is clothed as an affirmation
you are still breathing and
to the point desiring, aching,
loving, deliriously and selflessly
after a pause and a push
we scavenge upon ruins and
remnants of us but i deem
myself whole and incorrupt
even after breaking, even after
battles we never won.
No comments:
Post a Comment