Wander if I could ever tell ye,
Might be the figment of my imagination,
Yet it became a troll of heart,
Every time I think of it,
The torment which would never go away.
The lifeless roots of love,
Which were once half hope and half agony,
The fertile land, once green with thine appearance,
Has become barren ever since you left.
Yet the season of monsoon has never come,
Spring arrived a few times, but there was no flower in my garden,
During autumn, many leaves fell, but there was no maple.
The leaves that exist are only those which hurt my feet,
And the winters are cold as ever,
And summers stopped bringing lightness,
They just provide haunting chills in nights as ever.
Still, I wander whether thee were just the figment of my utopia,
Or the reality which left me standstill...
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The Mad People's Dorm
Poetry"Mad People's Dorm" is a heartfelt collection of poetry that takes you deep into the emotions and thoughts of someone battling anxiety, betrayal, and inner turmoil. Each poem is a window into a mind that has faced darkness and is striving to find li...
