Writing club
Of water
earth this rough
A dirty vessel empty castle
It is harsh like feast
pinch of joy is a hollow piece
That faded in too niese
reach for the peace
yet shadow got ceased
The weight of hurt
Torns my shirt
The gentle joy are gone
Troy’s bright got into drawn
This self I am like a snow
What I can't show
A trust once whole
Now tied to the untold
While ashes burn
Life is having a turn
What if my grip
become a bloody creep
I climb the hill
so hard to step
Against my will
that runs so deep
In the climb
Each step make me drip
I have learned to bid
