Tomb Of Unrest
high rising waves crashing on my tomb
the tomb of stone i built on my grave
a sailor on a sea on a ship with no sail
i carved my story on stones with my nails
in a well where my savior’s hands feel shorter
escaping this town is only way move forward
sun never rises in my forever cold world
peace is something you will long for in my world
so
i’ll try
i’ll fight
i’ll love
and
i’ll die
Copyright © Maanvinder Pilania | Year Posted 2025
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