dry tears

its a poem about living a life with lot of confusion and lack of self awareness, that as soon as one looks for love, life falls apart until hope and love appear with a questiom mark

Been through mud with a new pair of shoes

my soul died out.

been confused like undefined math problem.

suicidal thoughts on my head,

like going out in the rain without an umbrella.

 

 

like a mythical truth im confused,

but im the question.

did that catastrophic event explunge all my bliss

because i feel empty even though the central dogma is in me .

like a basal hackamore and a bitless design,

you directed me to complete disaster but you claim to be cupid.

 

 

the sweet aroma of morning bought shame.

but like a past tense has it passed ?

no one deserves to say feelings are metaphors.

two hands working together can do more than

a thousand clasped in prayer

curiosity, my dried tears

hopefully dry.

Author's Note

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Reviews

[AK]

Beautiful poem! I really liked it!