" let's write one last poem of 2023"
But haven't I written enough already?
Haven't I composed more poems this year, than I have ever had?
Coz this is my coping mechanism.
I lock myself in my room and sit down to jot everything down in such a rhythm that they would call it a poem.
I would bury my anxiety, depression, and sadness under the heaps of words and words,
Making one Grave after another.
But, now everything is over,
the anxiety has been fossilized,
The sadness has crippled
And the depression is dead.
And I am contented with my existence,
I have started embracing my flaws,
I have started embracing my unwanted, ugly, and unsuccessful self as the most beautiful piece of art the world has ever got,
the most precious Pearl that stayed hidden in a seashell at a distant seashore but went unnoticed,
And that's not my loss, I will keep shining despite being unnoticed,
I will keep running despite having many to make me fall to the ground.
I will keep loving myself despite of no one around me to love me.
I will keep feeling proud of myself despite no one clapping for me.
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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...
