it's my first ever poem whose name was written on a recipt just before sleep.
imagine a planet, an atom, rotating around a nucleus that exists only in hope
"CHANGE." screams the core
of some body, alone.
In hope that the walls
will give the sender a home.
"CHANGE." shouts the walls,
as mouths came from ears.
The core tried his best,
but found no hopes, no fears.
"CHANGE." sobs the body,
he misses his core.
It flew to the light
of hearts and of war.
"CHANGE." laughs the mind,
she knows it's a lie.
There never was a core,
and never a light.