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Self voyage
hate this feeling like i'm sinking down, the ship i set on so confident so proud
i was glad i left the shore, felt like an achievement
didn't say good bye,was busy looking ahead
didn't care about the long awaited truce
i set on sail, surged with energy
felt the wind on my face and its serenity
but not that far i traveled and the energy became nausea
the wind is hard and cold hitting my face disturbing my posture
my feet are soaked, my tongue is salty
the weather is hot but inside of me is so frosty
my hair is a mess, tangled and wet
my smiles gone, all i do is fret
i left my shore to get somewhere in this sea of life
and now my throats dry, my eyes teared,its hard to survive
i want to go back, to the place i belong
and its not in this world , its above and beyond..
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