For Bliss Thy Run?
Black and blue, vivid streaks.
A flush of white and grey black skies.
Loath for change and love for betrayal,
A single step forward or the alluring past?
Good-bye soul, drowned you were.
When? They question.
Like knives against hearts.
A melting pleasure for revenge
Called applause!
They say-for bliss thy run,
The run for emotions?
Or the pace against time?
You speak no good,
Disgrace, we face!
Endowment or penalty,
Endowment or penalty,
A question was raised.
Rabia Latif is an A Level students, who excels at cooking and baking. She enjoys reading, writing and crafting abstract poems. She also enjoys putting her skills to stalking and photography, both professional at heart.
