Poems from mrashedi
Each sunrise highlights this ongoing battle of relapse and recovery. In a world overruled by the constant roar of flying bullets outside...
Each sunrise highlights this ongoing battle of relapse and recovery
In a world overruled by a constant roar of gunshots outside your window...
Every night,
She sits on her bed
Replaying their words as a movie in her head
Her green eyes growing lifeless as time fades
They wander up...