when I was a kid,
I dreamt about the hidden
forest of poets that's why
I wanted to be like them.
they were happy with
all those poetic words they utter,
they were happy with
all those hidden words they plant,
they were happy with
all those scribbles they make,
that's why I wanted to be like them-
I wanted to be happy.
but no one knows that right after they
open their eyes from their deep
dreams in the forest of poets,
they forgot how to be happy again,
in that moment, I realized that being
caged in your own world is better
than being caged in the world of
reality which is a nightmare.
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Poems As Her Therapy
PoetryWhen you're depressed, it is greatly advised to take therapies with a psychologist and so she tried but even psychologist can't take her wounds into peace so she just grabbed her pen under her old bed and stroke words just like how she used to and t...
