rearranging room
in the midst of various memories and drawings
I found an old diary.
I couldn’t remember what the ink
had engraved on those pages.
I thought I found lost memories
and laugh thinking about it.
Instead in one of the pages
the last of all,
one of the many moments
in which house no longer felt like house,
but it was a place of pain and anguish
risistemando camera
in mezzo a vari ricordi e disegni
ho trovato un vecchio diario.
non ricordavo cosa l'inchiostro
avesse inciso su quelle pagine.
pensavo di ritrovare ricordi smarriti
e ridere pensandoci.
Invece in una delle pagine
l'ultima fra tutte,
si trovava uno dei tanti momenti
in cui casa non sapeva più di casa,
ma era un luogo di dolore e angoscia,
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deep in thoughts
شِعرThese are poetry and thoughts that i write to find myself and I hope it's the same for you <3. IMPORTANT: some of my poetry deal with sensitive topics and will be reported by the TW to make sure i don't disturb anyone the poetry are in english and...
