Twas a future twas a life,
Before the tragedy striked.
Throbbed carotid,
Newly clotted,
Baby-cry for non living love
Messy plight to get out of.
Terrible ecstasy of unknown language
Misaligned beats with a hump of baggage
Navigator inside nerves,
Never wanting to take what's served.
But oh, misfit getting fitted
Where echoes cannot be omitted.
Notes thrown into fire,
Whilst getting cursed by her.
Hold your tongue,
You smell like dung,
Best would yet to come,
When beautiful the tragedies will become.
@writco

#life #tragedy #lonesurvivor

© akshra