Micro Poetry


Brokenness, the white sun is right in the head.
Teeth coated in blue.
Tongue screeching in solemnness. Weary eyes and the heart breaking in hot tears.

Enclosed in this chaos room filled with failures, miseries, grief.

Every day that melted in night presents its own demon

Worries swooshing deeper
Making a thorn in the flesh
calling grave for a cuddle.

Sorrow battles with the leftover breath.
And every day my happiness enthralled in the hands of such destruction.

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