Your Safe Space
You have glanced at your phone again, You see it ringing yet you ignore; Am I that insignificant to you?
I tasted the dust. I tasted the blood. I ran, but like a flood the bullets caught up with me.
We all heard the witch’s cry But what we found at dawn Lied too gruesome for our eyes. Our mouths
A morning with rain; mild or fierce Or a morning without, hot and warm And the birds descend, sing and
‘Define love in your terms’ The pamphlet read. And I had to go back to my thoughts. Growing up, love between
I sincerely realise I don’t like emotionally unstable persons, It could have been nice if you could identify it yourself,
The Late Bloomers. Most flowers bloom in spring the season after winter when nature held in captive finally sits with
I tossed and turned through the night, wondering where I went wrong in life. A few years behind my initial
He screamed, ”Keep your mouth shut”! I have been silenced He says hold your peace I am voiceless My heart
A union of our unique individualities practically illustrated in words as thus…….., What the fuck is family? If nothing but
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