Who are we

Who am I If I’m unwilling to go all the way To bear all the risks that may come my way To fall hard; to feel lost and confused To lose everything That I work hard to build, day after day All coming crumbling down Like an avalanche with no end It’s what broken dreamsContinue reading “Who are we”

Knives

Series of knives, aimed at my heart Lying on the ground, bleeding With glimmers of a broken dream, of what once was Floating and shimmering in maroon hell Twinkling like stars in the vacant sky Crusting along the winding route Trying to find hope, something Trailing warmth, till it dries