Withering.A Poem by Qaletaqa Hania
Am I fit to drive?
I’ve got a long road ahead of me. Death is at my doorstep. If I would open the gates; It would flood the oceans. A journey across vast waters. Electric mayhem in my head; Good thoughts made powerless. I’ve lost count; where am I? Among vile creatures. What are they? What am I? Scream damnit! Vocal cords torn; Silent. © 2015 Qaletaqa Hania |
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Added on July 27, 2015 Last Updated on July 27, 2015 Author
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