As the dawn turns into dusk,
daylight dims, and
sounds of past
march down my soul.
Agony and fear run deep
in my veins, and salty ink
runs down my cheeks,
commanding me
to use them,
to pen down my pain.
#agony
#poetry
daylight dims, and
sounds of past
march down my soul.
Agony and fear run deep
in my veins, and salty ink
runs down my cheeks,
commanding me
to use them,
to pen down my pain.
#agony
#poetry