Drownin' deep till I was lost,
Beneath the dead nettle of lives.
A glimmer fathoms down,
Callin' me with desperation.
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The tighter the grip; The easier to lose it. A question running in my second thoughts. Is it belief without proof or, Trust without reservation? Nicely written poem with so beautiful lin. Keep writing, keep thinking and keep interacting please. 10 marks for the sharing of this lovely poem. Thanks poetess.
A sublime start with a nice poem, Garima. You may like to read my poem, Love And Lust. Thank you.