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I am still on my fight…
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English Poetry |
When all your tear
dries on your cheek
and you stand alone
to see your legs go weak
louder and harder
breaks apart your confidence
little had you known
the weight of your offence
so darker the sky
roars at your futile tries
every time you switch to start
with a regretting sigh
until you realize the scar
that breached your words
while you kept writing
answers discreetly crawled…
beautiful poem
Always is on some such fight
people may be different and different too their plight
The second stanza is penned very elegant, no doubt
hearty commends
@Vishvnand, thank you so much for the beautiful comment… 🙂
Nice one. Keep up the fight.
@A Passerby, thankss alot ..passerby.. 🙂