I always feel like I'm running,
Barely catching my breath,
Chasing shadows of the unknown,
Fleeing thoughts, I can't outrun,
As if my mind is a ghost,
And I am lost in its pursuit.
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Echoes of the Lost
PoetryIn a world that often feels overwhelming and uncertain, poetry has been my refuge, my way of making sense of the chaos around me. This collection is born from a place of introspection and longing, a testament to the raw emotions and profound questio...
Chasing Shadows
I always feel like I'm running,
Barely catching my breath,
Chasing shadows of the unknown,
Fleeing thoughts, I can't outrun,
As if my mind is a ghost,
And I am lost in its pursuit.
