In Our Abyss

Of what could be

By Syed Arabi KhaliquePublished 3 years ago • 1 min read

Who is to say?

Of the words I may,

Use one day

To perhaps convey,

The wishes of my broken heart.

That in dismay,

Hoping for the sun's ray,

I keep waiting in the bay,

And if heaven hears me pray,

To mend my broken heart.

That in utter disarray,

Others have to pay,

The price for me to stay,

Waiting for me to pick up one day,

The pieces of my broken heart.

A picture is always complete,

In its depiction and honesty,

Its us who fails to grasp,

The meaning and sincerity,

That lies in the Abyss of love

I am a guy from Jersey who is trying to put down in words what nightmares afflict him, hoping that will somewhat sweeten the deadly ordeal.

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