Stream of Consciousness
Story
When I reached home in the evening that mother told her story The wife had a glass of water in her hand that he also told his story And when I had just taken a glass of water from my wife, That the sisters also told their story father sitting in a corner I was smiling a little seeing all this that suddenly father spoke softly go eat food Rest, you must be very tired As soon as I heard this I looked at my father. It felt as if we both looked eye to eye. Told each other their story.
By Suraj poetry plus 3 years ago in Poets
If That Is The Case
Funny how time works. Here I am, basking in the sun once more - the winter, gone by as quickly as it came. Overwhelming me is a feeling of END, a door closing, the curtain falling, and despite knowing and preparing myself for years now I still tremble, I still spiral away in fear at the prospects of the unknowable future, of the maelstrom of days towering over me, of the incessant torment of people and circumstances..
By YonathanJ - Writer3 years ago in Poets
