Tide
Apr 24, 2023
A tide of sorts
has risen in my heart,
a fresh breeze of air
has flown.
A noise of sorts
has occupied my heart,
a wall of sorts
has fallen down.
A rage of sorts
has burnt up in my heart,
a fire of sorts
lit my eyes on fire.
A knife of sorts
has pierced through my heart
a scar of sorts
has appeared on my nipple.
When will this
misery end for once?
Anyway now,
I have gotten used to it.