Saturday, February 2, 2019

WAIT


A cyclone of guilt is encircling me
Do something and make me free

Guilt digs deeper in a fresh wound
Raw blood & misery that's all I found

I am standing on inhuman island
Stay up there and just give your hand

Courage is dead
But spine is
still straight dear

Hopes are dead
But wait is
Still here

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