YET I SEE IT’S FALLING BRICKS..

I don’t go to that place,
Anymore,
Yet I see,
It’s falling bricks every day
They hit me,
Like a fresh wound,
Each time,
Exacting a cruel retribution
The existentialist,
Finds his senses wanderlust,
In the lost realm
I try not to feel,
but thoughts prefer,
To embrace the atonement..

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“I don’t go to that place anymore yet I see it’s falling bricks every day,
They hit me like a fresh wound, each time, exacting a cruel retribution,
The existentialist finds his senses wanderlust in the lost realm,
I try not to feel but thoughts prefer to embrace the atonement..”

YET I SEE IT’S FALLING BRICKS..

©/IPR: Santosh Chaubey – https://santoshchaubey.wordpress.com/

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