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You asked me why I don’t write poems anymore. I write poems when I feel happy. I write when I have something to be proud of. I write when I am not afraid. But now, how can I write poems when I am covered with guilt? How can I write when I am filled with embarrassment? What can I express when all I am left with is pain and betrayal? All my life, I have shared love and happiness through my words. But now the words struggle to come out, as if no words are left behind, as if I have somehow lost myself and no longer know how to put my feelings into words. When I look into my heart, I feel like I stand in an empty battlefield that has just ended, nothing but destruction. So how can I write poems when I am surrounded by smoke rising from ashes and a bloodbath around fallen corpses? And even my words stay buried in the smoke.
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May 25
May 25, 2026 at 11:22 AM UTC
Where My Words Stay Buried
You asked me why I don’t write poems anymore. I write poems when I feel happy. I write when I have something to be proud of. I write when I am not afraid. But now, how can I write poems when I am covered with guilt? How can I write when I am filled with embarrassment? What can I express when all I am left with is pain and betrayal? All my life, I have shared love and happiness through my words. But now the words struggle to come out, as if no words are left behind, as if I have somehow lost myself and no longer know how to put my feelings into words. When I look into my heart, I feel like I stand in an empty battlefield that has just ended, nothing but destruction. So how can I write poems when I am surrounded by smoke rising from ashes and a bloodbath around fallen corpses? And even my words stay buried in the smoke.
#betrayal#sad#pain#depression#heartbreak#loss#lost#broken#hurt#anger
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May 25
May 25, 2026 at 11:22 AM UTC
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