My life, ever since then has been really dry.
Situation, where traits of boredom do lie,
To escape from dreadful anguish, as I try,
It is so bad, that I ‘am about to fry.
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A beautiful write, makes me see two halves involved, the blue of the sky and the brown of the desert....and on the horizon the pain of not being heard- wishing for light and life, bad times eventually 'take off'....Cindy.
'The bad time has refused to take off and fly. It’s like a desert, where no one hears your cry. Why is the dreadful moment happening? Why? ... very poetic lines...soaked in deserted feelings...a good soul searching poem Obinna...i liked this piece immensely...thanks...10
Bad / good times are like ‘push-pull’ system….come and go… Wonderful write… Ten++ Ms. Nivedita UK