What gravity
I owed to myself
I remained frozen
Like an icicles
Hanging
from the chambers of my heart
Saintly
in my inner thoughts;
The reality, outside
was
Lapping with bigger hands
Cliffed out
Near an oceanic waves
Slapping
The stony rugged, within
Destiny Poets
Uniting and celebrating the best "Writers" and "Poetry" from around the world centred out of Destiny Church Wakefield
A cryptic and challenging piece of writing.
So much thanks Vijay Nair Jee.
Wonderful imagery of wanting to stay pure in a modern yet sinful world
Very aptly said respected Anoucheka Jee. So much thanks.