Tremors,
each grapheme a struggle,
uncontrolled, the direction of the quill,
muddled mind pens down its agony
always a constant companion,
pain is my normalcy,
the respite had been a long time ago,
forgotten is what it should have been
but the phantom touch that was love and comfort,
still haunts me in giving up this battle upstream!
Alas, if only it were so easy!
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Mosaic | S.Snape
Poetry|| Poem collection || "Every bit of him is poetry, a mosaic of love, duty, morality and tragedy" Started On: 15th May 2023 Completed On:
