I was once a fiber of thoughts from a young heart who drown herself into believing that pain will just simply ease away.
But time flies and years pass by her pain slowly a;ters into the dark grey clouds that sucked up her happiness then left her drained and exhausted. At night, her pain was a four legged freak that haunts her in her dream then left her nothing but unstopple tears and fearful tears.
To fight the epitome of pain, she interlocked the fiber of thoughts, connecting every end and crafted it into a beautiful yarns of undeniably expressive words, made from mournful regrets and tear of poignant.
With her impressive mind and her passion on fire, those yarns were knitted, joined and linked till it became a phrase, a line creating stanzas that ended with rhymes. Designed by her wherein played hyperboles and splashing magic of metaphors, a poetry was born.
And I am the poetry, her sword that impales you with her fears and miseries.
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The Hidden Poet
PoetryA compilation of self made poetry that came out from my head during tough times, boredom and specially in time that I'm in love with someone else.
