Let Me Hold It.

Dreaded by this life, a life which is not a life anymore.
Sky is blue, but the sight is dark.
Living in a falsity, she is faking her merriment.
Sun is rising, where are the rays.
Wind is blowing, poisonous.
Every second without her is worse than a last.
I am an abandoned house on a hill top, where she is an enchantress of an Iceland.
“Let this life instigate before its very ending.
Let the death wait, let me hold that hand first”.


I write what i see, and feel what i breathe. Poetics, Realism is what i bathe in. Hope do i not that you see my words than just read?

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