Darkest Throne
Heaven is a dark place for me
Surrounded by agony,
I neither slumber nor sleep,
Overthink myself to death.
Next morning I wake up,
But my cushion seems wet,
Soul seems light.
Heaven stored it all,
Crawling towards the light.
In my heaven,I'm free
I can talk back to anyone,
Anyone I can be.
Woe is me!
Heaven is a blithe place for me.
Hello Comrades!I’m Istiak, a 19 years old teenager from Bangladesh.
This book is a book of teenage poetry.I love to write. I will try to showcase my thoughts through my poems.We all face some difficulties and problems throughout our life.As a teenager we can do very little about those.Everybody is busy with their own life.At the end of the day thyself is the only one who hears us.I believe nobody understands me as much as I do.Through my poems I talk to myself and that’s my greatest pleasure.