Last Supper

The asset you have
To think of out of the eye of

Files, folders, unnamed and unfinished

Secrets and pains in those bore
Dreams and hopes never told
Dispersed words to be a narrative

Either open or not
A price or a pride not
Leave here to you
Since the way to humanity is so long

Discover the digital letters!
Break the codes and rules!
In a box of many boxes
The key you may find

by Udaya R. Tennakoon

Comments (2)

This is a great subject. Be it ur true feelings or just mimpathy; the poem is great; powerful
Confess and repent from all the wrong doings and mistakes...its not too late to clean and straighten the road of your life...........i feel your words as if they are alive...10