The past is my terrible nightmare
Horrified to remember
Terrified by the voices from the memories
When I shall be free from its haunting?
Pain, regret
Overwhelmed me in fear
Blocking my face from the past
Running endlessly in the abyss
Hope to escape
But reached a dead end
Nightmares are everywhere
Can someone even save me?
My phobia to face the past
With pain and regret
Oh please save me
From my living torment
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POEMS I
PoetryThe first book of my poems. All of them are written from my past years when I first started writing,
