No Words To Scar | Poem

If there is peace crawling inside,

Now time is must to surface.

If there is good left in my thoughts,

Now time is perfect to frame lives.

If I ever lived alive,

Now time is awaiting for nothing.

I don’t know what to write anymore,

I see death and I am missing again,

The essence of death as stolen from me.

What if I stop writing,

Will I survive another day of distrust?

Deathra, why does your name calm life?

©Suraj Jangid


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