What does breath take away with it
When life seems no longer eager to be alive?
Where is that my sanctuary?
Storm falls upon me
And traps me solitarily
What is this test,
Only collecting tears and sorrow inside my chest?
A life writer was I
Until I lost my pencil
And the sheet of my paper soaked in tears belonged to my eyes
How can I take a step,
Make a move
When soul is yet begging to die?
Far Heaven is not the destination
But a field of bed to rest
For sipping air into lungs
Tires my cheated breather tools
Oh! Is it really, I AM weary?
If there is a trigger,
I know I’ll be on fire
But a candle doesn’t burn itself
So here I stand
At the edge of the mountain called life
-Life for me
Waiting to……………………….- Sabrina Jubahar -
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