Do not dream nor anticipate my arrival

Either way I will not come

Let

The snow of winter

The rain of storm

The hail of disaster

Be your tears

That’ll flow like the river

For I am

Not what you hope I would be

I am

A disgraceful advanced grade

A rose without its petals

A body without life

A shattered fantasy

Disguised deceivingly

Do not entertain

Night filled dreams

Do not urge

Day filled sorrows

Forget me

And the piercing pain shall be less

Release the tension in the air

Do not dream nor anticipate my arrival

Either way I will not come  

Do not

Cease the day

But

Cease the hope

For it shall disappoint

 

Written by: Soshinie A. Singh

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