poetry writing

Ocean flame

I feel choked, breathless
and numb sometimes.
I try to make things up,
like it was always meant to be mine.
I stumble every time,
trying to pick me up
for climbing higher and high,
making myself worthless,
isn’t my shortcoming every time.
I fear to sacrifice people,
while I try.
With every drop of the downfall
with everything,
I ain’t meaningless,
nor does my sentiment my heart declines,
I’m flame in your ocean,
unbelievably delightful and mythical at times.
-Riya Shah

By Ray


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