Mischief

A withering flower.

A rotten corpse.

A brokenhearted man.

All of these things have one thing in common:

Life cannot withstand.

The heaviness of my fist disguised as weak punches,

While the gaping hole inside my chest gradually increases.

Oh how my soul fled my mortal and lifeless body.

Abandoned by hope.

Abandoned my hope.

Reviews

[Just Kim]

WOW!! This one is so good and so TRUTHFUL....
Very nicely said and expressed