Posted in Poetry

angst

Posted on by Stephanie Suh

We can’t be here

While going nowhere

Chasing a mirage

In a concrete oasis.

Walking on a thin ice

With the misty eyes

Ire roars, passion heats

Miracles are imageries

Angels are too high above

We don’t want to be here.

Author:

I write stuff of my interest that does not interest anyone in my blog. No grammarians, no copy editors, no marketers, no cynics are welcome.

Leave a Reply

Please log in using one of these methods to post your comment:

Gravatar
WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. ( Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. ( Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. ( Log Out /  Change )

Cancel

Connecting to %s