
Am I tired of my life, bored with myself?
Dead from my sadness, broken from my fear
In my dream I sleep like a straight rock?
I don't know that my sadness has a colony in my soul
Inside me and did not ask about the fire of the colony?
My heart hurts every time its pulse passes by the cemetery
I found her talking to her soul and found it compressed
In a soul tired of quarreling?
He entered it to find it in its scattered remains
Like locusts and raindrops and pouring tears
A soul visited me that sold me to the colony
It said: Tomorrow my homeland will become a grave
I cried with copious tears that visited me and drowned my soul
Like a mirror that imprisoned its ghosts in my soul
And I did not know that my news inspired it to entangle
So I got tired of my life and my soul was torn apart
And with tears that fell on her eyelids I realized that he built a colony
Oh my soul, be with my body from the destruction of the enemy, optimistic
About the Creator
Kisama Riyo
I have always been interested in poetry and essay, especially rhyme style, so I decided to post my essay here and see if I have any talent in poetry or not.
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