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dormant memories.
the cool brook,
gurgles on and on-
memoirs of an age
to always be.
I fight silent battles,
I struggle everyday.
Victory, I know-
Is surely on the way!
We all fight silent battles. It's hard to press on when you are facing all sorts of crises. Victory is certain, it just takes time.
drenched,
they laughed on,
two souls,
joyful,
bound by grief
friendship, grief and laughter
fade to black-
when all is sore.
fade to black,
renew the core!
I like to think of poetry as a warm burrow I wriggle into when I go through painful emotions. My space, where I redefine myself.
I hung on, waiting for the final breath
there was nothing.
no standing ovation,
no final crescendo
I have scars
that just bleed
and do not heal
laid myself bare
take me, with mercy
do not destroy me!
You made me feel unwanted
by all the things you did not say,
a simple goodnight, how was your day?
sometimes silence can break one down. say something!!!!!
a lone figure
on a solitary beach.
me, pebbles, water and I.
sometimes you just want to be alone. even Poetry cannot understand.
sitting in the ash of protest,
roasting in clutching desires
nothing could I offer-
feeling so small and broken
ever been belittled? ask me. :(
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