To the 'Like-Minded' Mobs
What you are...
I am tired.
The kind you cant just sleep off...
The word was:
"The brotherhood of good...
A slender swindler sat down and asked
“Sweet flower, do tell. Say, why are you here...
Surviving
When no one we feel...
The long tentacles return
to gather you...
How life and death are
clinging on to each other...
You never wrote a sonnet on that thread
nor have you posted one in your account...
She is a frosty breath of air
on a crisp winter...
Sometimes inspiration
comes in a bolt...
As I close my eyes,
& I start to pray...
Every second
I am born into the world...