I burned all the pages about-
making my loved ones wonder,
where I changed.
Because they never got to read the part
where I played guilty and you blamed

The city feels unknown,
like I have never known.
I dance with ghosts in this chaos
while swirling,twirling all around .
The people here don’t care for ghosts,
that’s why they feel so lost.
I feel like a stranger here ,
as if I never belonged
Maybe my soul rests at old times ,
where the poets ,spirits ,antiques relied.
I dance while playing poetry ,
cry within this history.
But this time makes me want to know ,
why the poets feel so lost ?