Elegy
TRICKLES OF TIME
1/ We are trickles of time that fall off freely together with the ticking seconds leaving behind numbers. Naked amidst the busyness named as days... We are wanderers of fate that intertwine tackle the rivers of destiny. And never be able to digest the future. ; Because we are just God's Boats which never the ends. Looking for its own estuary. 2/ We humans are mortal beings. 'Always stammering spelling the word love in prayers'. Going from one silence to another (feeling happy). Then the world is like a mirage full of expectations. We humans walk the road in thirst. We are humans travel the distance, on a path built from the desires of others (feeling alienated).
By Shafa Ichwanus9 months ago in Poets
Darkened Grief.
No one ever truly heals from grief. It’s a forever thing. We might go on smiling, laughing, and enjoying the sun on our skin, but inside, there’s a darkness that even the brightest light can’t reach. Grief is a constant—like a dark cloud swirling inside us, always waiting to strike. It’s like lightning, or a snake hidden in the bushes—silent, patient. Grief waits for the perfect moment to knock us off our feet.
By April Kirby.9 months ago in Poets
