pondering here
and scrapping my breath out
in an empty piece of paper
no, this isn’t poetry
but my shattered feelings
I am trying
to recollect here.
My nuisance developing
hour after hour
and giving birth
to my annoyance
where I cultivate
my ever-growing suffocation.
1 comments:
If this comes out of suffocation then be it..let me wait for the happy and fresh morning colours of the day...
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