....
From womb  to born
Every morn
Each breath
Even on the road of death
I’m alone
Walking with broken bone

While the Summer wind blows
In this narrow lane
Love flows in my wide vein
As the Streams of heavy rain
Alone else
Only the past tense

In the dark, I hark
A distant bark
In the dream there was
A beautiful park
With a few sign of paws
Yet I couldn’t find any cause

The Streams going down
While flowing in this old town
The Stone grew worn and torn
Rolling else alone
Like my broken bone
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@Musfiq us shaleheen

I am an addict.
But not to drugs or alcohol
I'm addicted to my sadness.
I need to let it go, I know I do.
But I can't seem to let go of something
That was the only thing that kept me company
On all of those cold and bitter nights.

People say,
Be happy,
But for me,
Happy doesn't write
Good poems.

No.
Oh my god.
No.
Just breathe.
You'll be fine.
You're not alone.
I promise
You are not alone.
I can't do it
Without you.
Please.
I need you.
Don't let go.
I love you
So



Much.

It's okay,
Dance with as many people
As you feel you need to in order
To tame your wild soul,
All I ask,
Is you save the last dance
For me.

Someone please save me
I'm starting to choke
All the words I never said
Are getting caught in my throat.

I don't blame you for not choosing me.
Why choose something broken and damaged,
When you can have something beautiful
And whole instead.