Why did I come back?
Why am I here?
Should've stayed away,
life feels more darker these days
while fighting seems to be in vain.
Trying to get out the right words,
but always failing 'cause it hurts.
From our pain we're supposed to learn,
but mine takes its turn in circles.
My mind a world of its own,
sometimes crafty,
its sojourner mostly alone.
Looking for something,
what it is,
that's not clear.
The answer is here,
what it is,
That I fear.
Why did I come back?
Why am I here?
YOU ARE READING
Thoughts that come to mind
PoetryWhat the mind brings to life can sometimes be beautiful and at the same time tormenting. Poems about feelings, thoughts and experiences in life.
