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pencaricahaya Nov 2017
This cold of my city reminds me of an unreachable place,
that I’ve never been to.

Reminds me of my crystal queen: severe and cold,
That I haven’t met yet.

Nostalgia for things that haven´t come invades me, saddens me, and flow through my eyes.

I miss a mirage, a long-forgotten dream.

I can feel nothing but white,
And the white
slowly starts
to fill
my
heart
Àŧùl Feb 2017
I still cry over my accident that happened,
The accident that happened nearly 7 years ago.
Of any gains to me, there seems no hint at all,
And of my pain, there seems no happy end.
Reason with my invisible tears I often do,
Irrecoverable damage after all that happened,
More was the damage that was consequent.

I lost my friends, I lost my career overall,
The accident did no good to me except one.
Of my family ties, it strengthened them all,
And my physical pains are long subdued.
Reason I fail to find for my lost years,
Irrecoverable is the lost love and friendship,
More is that grief of the invisible tears.
My HP Poem #1445
©Atul Kaushal
Schreighft Mar 2016
she has hurricanes in her mind

thunderstorms in her heart.

tsunamis in her eyes

and

earthquakes in her soul

It was catastrophic for her to survive within.


She was ruined.

and yet

Nobody did notice the calamities inside her.

— The End —