Gratitude
No One
I do not scream or yelp I do not call out when injured Because I know There is no one here to help Thank you for reading my work. If you enjoyed this story, there’s more below. Please hit the like and subscribe button, you can follow me on Facebook, Twitter, and Instagram @AtomicHistorian. To help me create more content, leave a tip or become a pledged subscriber. I also make stickers, t-shirts, etc here.
By Atomic Historian2 years ago in Poets
The Rhetoric Question
We all have days where sadness consumes the very being of our mind. The moments of mourn and abyss mount on our shoulders and unsurmountable pain paints its traces on the broken pieces of the soul. Life is a mighty teacher that does not teach you the lesson before the test, it tests you before you imbibe the lesson to your very core. Masking our gloom we walk on the way to our doom. Forgetting all the light we can see sometimes existence reminds us of the darkness within thee. When we narrate the victories of our tales, it is vital to behold the memories of when we were broken and frail.
By Hridya Sharma2 years ago in Poets
