From Dead... Poem by ARSHAJ GAIKWAD

I walk alone,
‘Coz I can’t see anyway,
To trust them anymore.

It’s hurt my heart,
As I walk away,
Didn’t realize, I’m letting go.

I will survive,
This tempest, like thousands before.
I turn back, to tell you,
Just to tell you so…

That I will run through the door,
That’s bin covered in blood and gore,
And bring you back, from dead,
I swear to God there’s nothing more.

I shed those tears,
They blind my path,
Can’t see a way out anymore.

I shed those fears,
Walking on subtle ways,
They make me feel that she is near.
I will survive,
This tempest, like thousands before.
I turn back, to tell you,
Just to tell you so…

That I will run through the door,
That’s bin covered in blood and gore,
And bring you back, from dead,
I swear to God there’s nothing more.