Spots of No light
From the Blog randomlyabstract Everything is fine. Outwardly. Where out is the edge of earth I'm standing on; inside me is a lava. It's ready to erupt but wouldn't—you'd think my body is brave enough to hold it but really, it's the sight of uncountable blisters already on my skin that quiet it. Before me lie fields and fields of night. I can't make sense of it, but sometimes I run, telling myself it's still some direction even if I don't know it. Alas, I find myself back where I started, my struggle wasted on dark space, and my already tired limbs. Filed under: 2017, By the roaring waves!, Poems and poetry, Proses pakistanblogs.blogspot.comRead Full Post
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