When A stirring storm hits me.
What remains are my broken house
The house being my pondered heart
When a stirring tsunami overroars in the hungry growling sea.
Are my numerous cries silently.
When a gust of wind hits my face.
what remain s are the remorse
which I carry on from my past.
When a thunder strucks me.
I am left destroyed.
what remains are my ashes.
The ashes that speak length of my suffering.
But still the unreal world doesn't forgive me.
What remains in this world??
No humanity, no forgiveness,
no surreal experiences.
only stories of theft, remorse, self destruction and spoilt reputation.
©afiya
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