Is this the sunrise I dream about
Every night I sleep.
So warm, so light, so empty like me.
It has been dark indeed very dark.
Couple of years the truth has been put before me.
Is this that sunrise
Or it’s just another day.
Whatever I loved, whomever I needed
Where are they?
The circle I fill is up to its limit
A taboo will now make a way.
Whatever is lost cannot be replaced.
Whatever is destroyed cannot be regained.
Been a barren land
Just need some time
So I take my iron hear and begin to live again.
Poetry
Iron Heart | Rohit Damami
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