The puzzle was left to be misplaced yet the desire is moulding the lost pieces My eyes are gazing the sky despite the time that’s needed to fix my broken wings The bag of hopes crumbled when the welkin crawls Let my soul sniff the woe until it turns into a revitalised meadow
Tag: panic attack
Nocturnal Peril
I crawl, I cry, I scream and I plead, The manic hunger usurped, corrodes my stomach and intestines as I slowly turn into a ravenous beast, The merciless game has started, There is no time to kneel and pray, My affable walls are turned into a torture chamber and the concealed danger is watching me…
Last Bench Donkey Poetry 