Poetry of an escapist:
perhaps, you go out detained your way towards a better tomorrow
too far to fetch for you yet, i apprehend whilst coming back
to falsify effects of trembles and greenery of naked hopes, i too shall go beyond this excruciating self destruction
bare, tameless these rusty paths were wet and too tender, malleable and more prone to consume and breathe out the remaining existence
of subversion, of coercion and plodding of reminiscences , to crack and mend as felt, it all came crushing to its forefront of the face directly hitting the ground,
some immersed woes started to fumble
i teared over, and stumble
just to flask it up and put on a casket, these...