#WritcoPoemPrompt83

Life is getting unbearable,
Getting used to it in the process,
To escape is unthinkable,
It will make you think that you're in a land of eerie beauties . . .

It'll be nostalgic to spend some precious joy of bliss ;
Not like we spent the currency we choose to travel wisely ,
It gets so heavy inside and out but the volumes ;
To feel warmth and suffering what oneself brings . . .

Almost lived half of my life or so ,
Have seen many clever minds with very shady identity,
We'll never know what unplanned things are ,
Still we live and continuing the journey with immense faith . . . !




© Sailor Writes