The Irony

How it Happened?

Thought about writing a poem without using pronouns and ended up writing this one.

Poem #4
The Irony

Glad to remember every single trail,
Stored closely into the human brain.
The good ones & the opposite ones,
Harsh failings, clueless blames.

Took it all, also swallowed;
It was the little world, have always adored...

Seen that drowning, upside down and the deterioration;
Red cells couldn’t stop the cremation.

On the other side, wish everything is going well to live;
Hope present days brought the peace this side couldn’t give.
Hope finding ‘peace’ is healing for real,
Hope perfect life has eliminated the absolute obstacle.

Place: Tennessee, Usa

© AlvnaKarim

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