I spent most of my feelings...
And now I only have leftovers
To actually invest in my soul.
My reaction to pain, is just a blink...
I do not even get a flinch,
Knowing my existence is unwelcomed.
All those leftovers or remainders
Of my feelings, are still precious,
But they aren't expensive....
I'm diving into the ocean of words
And emotions of my mind,
But the feelings are unreachable.
YOU ARE READING
Remainders
PoetryA collection of poetry about the leftovers of human feelings. _____________________________________________ ** No part of this book should be copied or published anywhere else.** © Ipsita Mitra Pupu _____________________________________________ ✷All...
