Perhaps anguish needs custom, as tone
Embraces decides that transform sound into melody.
Perhaps on the off chance that one trusts that one will not lose it,
One can dismiss, however despondency be solid.
Hold, then, at that point, days for customs of grieving
In which one might permit the surge of anguish
Again to immerse the heart, reestablishing
Life to deserts yearning for alleviation.
Overlap relies upon movement
As agony proclaims its sovereign right to be,
However performs with effortlessness limited and brief.
Thank you a lot for reading my poem. Your support means a lot to me.
I hope you like it.
About the Creator
Noha Aji
I love writing because I can express my thoughts and feelings in a beautiful way. Writing is sounds we pronounce through our hands from the depths of our hearts.
Comments (1)
Finally as you hoped, yeah I liked it!