I'm losing you and myself
In all the ways you said I never would.
I search for solace in the memories,
But they feel like ghosts, haunting and distant.
In the end, I'm left with the fragments of a dream,
Trying to piece together a self I no longer recognise.
I think it's time I stop to romanticise,
The hope that may be hidden in disguise,
And embrace the truth, the finality,
That I have lost both you and myself
In all the ways you said I never would.
February 2022
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The Aspect Of Oblivion
PoetryThe planted seeds of my wretched thoughts and emotions have bloomed their way out onto these pages, birthing a catastrophic garden; a virtue of beauty. A collection of emotions and thoughts documented in words, encompassing a voyage through the laby...
