Free Verse
To the ones who felt like they deserved the hurt
Pain in its darkness leaves scars that become patches of our survival from the horrifying nights. In our sorrow, life belies in its essence to repeat the same experience until we grasp the notion of what it is trying to teach us. As glorified as the light at the end of the tunnel is, sometimes the looms that the shadows of despair hold doom the very radiance and sanguinity that we hold in our hearts. Life in its amorous flair oscillates between the radiant rays of joy and the darkest pits of gloom. In between the highs and lows, we experience the being of our existence.
By Hridya Sharma2 years ago in Poets
The Move
Note: this is for Real Poetic's challenge (acrostic with the word 'Anniversary'): Extra Note: I am also writing this on the last day before I move out of a place I have lived in for about seven years. I am tired, stressed out, still looking for books and bags, and wondering what my place will be like...
By Kendall Defoe 2 years ago in Poets
