A collection of poetry on death, dying, healing from loss and bearing it throughout your life. Poems written for all those destined to die by one whose fate is just the same.
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Started: 1/01/2023
Ended: 29/07/2023
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Human. I am only a human. How much more I can endure until I fall apart? I close my eyes and wonder what would it feel like to literally fall apart.
macabre but beautiful.
Says a voice in my mind. Crimson splattered against pristine white, like some exotic flower floating in a white stream. I shudder at the thought. It's too much to think about. I can't. I can't embrace this beauty. Because this is no beauty.
it's my destruction.
I do not want to be destroyed. Not like this; permanently and forever damaged. But have I not gone through this many times? Every time they undermine my worth, my effort? When do I get judged based on letters and numbers? Tell me, is that what a human's worth is?
We say that the divine has crafted us. I like to think that we each are so unique that there isn't our mate in all worlds, existent or otherwise. It is because the said divine loves each of its creations so much that it burns their blueprint. If that is true then why can't we love them for the unique self they are? What are we doing?
this is wrong. so, so wrong!
Yet we keep on doing this. We are singing a song of destruction. Stop this, please. Let us love for we are destined to die. Stop burdening us with the pressure of success.
