How long can a room spin for,
The walls are losing ground.
Upside down and playing pretend.
Fun to gather with no love reaching ends.
Slate was the colour the sky turned,
And it's lonely on a road leading to no destination.
I have exited the vehicle,
A tank of gasoline left
To swallow a single match.
Fumes will be the last light I see of you.
A tank of gasoline left
To swallow a single match.
Fumes will be the last light I see of you.
2 comments:
feels like i can see everything that is happening in your poetry right in front of me..
Nipun, I love every piece of feedback you give to me. It surprises me, most definitely to hear such positivity about my writing. Thank you!
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