At night, I leave myself gazing at the random stars,
For most of the time’s pieces, they were left out,
But that dawn hurled the event of chaos,
Which is unclear,
With my ravenous leer.
I wasn’t lost,
Not yet until my belief sucked the words of unknown,
As it would break the sense,
With cracking this world’s layer,
My no day was a great fair.
I festered beneath the closed wound,
It pierced me to my limits,
I riveted myself on a point of written dilemma,
It could snap my spine,
Instead, it chose the way I need,
I left – leaving this world – with my new feed.
Was I a slave?
At least for myself, I was –
I was when I lied about the heavenly circus,
Well designed to cover one’s dreams,
Usually grasps to bury in their tears,
Forming a symbol of goodness that seems.
Then with the change of era,
I stepped up,
As long as I could go through,
Either the burning crops or the rock valley,
This all dried up my past emotions,
But set new tears in motion.
I waited – I walked,
No moment I mocked,
Then I settled on the top of the hill,
Alone, peaceful with the guiding light,
The guiding light of mad thoughts –
The world calls it,
But now I am sinking into the era of self,
In which my life fits.
He is pursuing a bachelor’s in Economics and Political Science, and keeps a strong interest in poetry and literary writings. He has great ambition towards unique perspectives and thoughts on which he works.