With every passing day,
I'm only getting weaker..
I just can't get any more feeble,
All I need is just some company..
I still remember those days,
As if it was like yesterday..
Yesterday, when I lost it all,
Yet I was so optimistic after all..
I hope that one day,
We'll meet again at that intersection,
At which the forgotten souls cross each other..
The roads that cut across one another..
Back when, everything used to be so simple,
When I was so sanguine,
Even in moments of despair..
I need someone's anchor support once again..
Will we meet again at the crossroads?
The roads that cut across each other,
Where all the lost spirits find one another,
Where the despaired finds some hope?
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Tears Of Melancholy & Ecstasy
شِعرA bunch of poems that I wrote during one of the toughest phases of my life and the comeback after it. Make sure to give me feedback, rate the poems and follow me for more poetry and stories.
