I have written 100 of poems in the last week.
I have written them on the pages of books I was reading,
on my laptop while I was listening to lectures,
on my phone while I was going through my old photos infinity times again.
And it feels good.
While anxiety hit me hard, I still don't feel completely useless, I know how beautifully my neurons are going to mold every single thought into words, convert it into some beautiful poetic verses that will be a support for someone to hold on while they go through the same, years later when I will get my book published.
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I scream and no one hears it
PoetryI scream and no one hears it so I just mold my thoughts into words and pour everything down on pages. My only way to cry , scream , shout is through my words. This is a short collection of poems that I will keep posting here not because I am a pro...
