I stand on the edge of tomorrow
unsure of what I did borrow
in the night looking at death's shadow
spent a life too narrow
Above the twenty third floor
glass mirrors the fractured soul
Death awaits with a open door
possibly I'm just part of the whole
a lone figure against a candle of stars
I float in this suspended moment
caught between the weight of yesterday and today's wars
in between pull of gravity and the sparkling resent
Every breath is a gamble
hearts shiver gently
Won't you bet on your scars?
before it disappears far
I end up pretending I'd rather live
About the Creator
Karun
🌿✨ Karun, a poet weaving emotions into verses, embarked on the journey of words to unearth the beauty of feelings. In the delicate dance of ink and emotion, my poetry delves into the nexus of the human heart and the natural world.✍️
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