Wet Concrete

Kyo

by Kyo

Book
As if my life were wet concrete and they ignored the signs – stepping onto me like dirt, leaving everlasting marks. Every living creature prints a part of themselves on me and I will forever carry it in me, those good and bad. There is no worth in trying, the concrete never seems to dry, so I all I can do is to catch a closer on who is about to step on my soul and what they leave behind. This is not just another book of Poetry, for every last collection of poems is fully unique. Every single poem carries past days filled with emotions and thoughts – it is possibly the most intimate one gets to another, simply by reading letters. Every line plays together, becoming a love letter to versions of myself, that died on the battlefield of life. It’s not about understanding every word, but seeing the world through different eyes – ones that shed thousands of tears.

© Kyo 2025-01-13

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Anthologies