Wait For The Storm To Rest | Poem

When the world I create

Shakes like a mind I posses,

I hide beneath death of myself,

Wait for the storm to rest,

And, words cry for me,

Tell me,

Alone they are,

Tired they are,

In love with you, damn!

When I sleep, read a poem,
I am listening to each word,
I am waiting to be alive,

Forgive me, Deathra,
Right now, I seek to hurt,

Myself more than ever,
Turn darkness again on my soul,

The long I am alive, I have you,
The late I accept, I die insane,

Don’t let anyone see my heart,
You have burnt it with light.
©Suraj Jangid


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