#Poem #Poetry #Poet
Home » Theme » Epic Poems » Standing on time bomb
No parachutes, down I fell
Into the hot pit of hell
Roasting up in everyday
On the queue to better days
Sadly, I am the laughing stock
But I do not give a single fuck!
Against all odds, with an aim
To have success, my name to claim
Under lit candles I bent my neck
Hoping the sky will give me a perk
But the blurred dark cloud extended
Turning lionhearted to an hen,
If you were me, what will you do
When legit fails to pay the dues.
Love finds a way like water The right recipe matters From a pot to make a dish Meant to sustain and nourish. Why is it…
To your actions, you are the Chief cook and bottle washer Say not, “they said you’re mad” To the throne, if not first hand Unpack…
Even as camera’s roll , I bother not when they troll For wonders last but nine days And soon they become dead clays But amongst…
I wish I could get to the end of the space Lean by its edge; seeing all, right on my face, Not just the stars…
[…] Standing on time bomb — e-Paper Poetry of Vinx üzerinden […]
LikeLiked by 1 person