Sunday, 21 January 2018

The moment before I give up

Dawn rise like everyday....huh yesterday
I have been listening to every single breath before it gets away,
The moment before I give up, hovering between my zone and befall which inevitably remains at that bay,
Every puff of my consciousness utter me to stop..huh give up that's what it always has to say

I rather daresay desire to break down upon the palm of unknown,
Beyond the realm of possibility, I dare to sail to the realm of doubtness.. ignorance is a mist upon which I must own.
The moment I decide to give up is the moment of certainty,
That I no longer behold anything but vast sea which pronounce to engulf me upon her bottomless depth, must I not let go of the certainty.
Must I not behold my fall, before I rise...let me drown into her.. the summon of last stand.




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