Never will i die in peace

A brief account of dreadful dream that i will not be able to find my identity

Blushing symptoms of flying flowers

fall upon my dying soul,

never will i see such colors

never will i die in peace...

Fly, high above the highest

beneath the cosmos of sea-less place,

the dream of endless nights

"my identity goes in vain, my life goes interrupted"

I mark my territory on sky

and i write my name on clouds,

on the verge of last moment

'ohm' seems to suffice, 'ohm' seems to last

my name doesn't..

Feel my worth in tiniest moments

warmth of blood makes me alive so,

walls behind my ego, when'll cease

life will seize precious breath...

Reviews

[Jacob Clifford]

I suspect this poem is relatable to many. After all, what do we have but our identity? You've done well at portraying your thoughts.

[Gaurav]

Thanks Clifford for the feedback.

[wordman]

you are who you are,and you always will be,whether we go to heaven,or paradise or
even wind up on a u f o,you will always be that same ole joe...

[Gaurav]

Thank you for the review. Appreciate it.