#14 Poem: Walking Dead


The time passes away like sand from hand,
But memories make stand,
Memories once i made,
With you now invade;

Invade in my heart, soul and mind,
if i could rewind,
i would destroy all,
To prevent my fall;

Fall in the depth of their dark sea,
Alone i wanna be,
With my own thoughts,
And self created droughts;

In droughts of your fake love and care,
Without cries and despair,
I am moving ahead,
Like a walking dead!!

I just came across to a different kind of poetry.. so i just tried for it.

© Amulya Bhardwaj

Published by: @BeingAmulya

I am just an ordinary girl who writes not just to share what she's feeling, but also to treasure every bit of her life on the paper. Writing makes me explore my thoughts, my feelings, myself.


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