Death Smell

Wed, 02/17/2021 - 14:49 -- HB Rita

Sometimes i feel like

Walking back from where I started

Rejoin life that was disconnected at once

Nothing seems to go away forever

Butleaving a scratch marks

In my weak sight,

I can see blurred sky

Birds with no wings, no color

I just can't see anymore lights of sparkle in the dark

I look for stars holding my wishes

Perhaps i could find them!

Today, I am nearly to my end

Smelling invisible death

I can't walk back neither can proceed to upward

Isn't it bizarre to feel colorblind with those beautiful eyes?

 

This poem is about: 
Me

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