There's something so unsettling residing in my heart.
Where? I don't know, its presence is hidden anyway...
I can't seem to find it; feels very familiar,
still so strange to me.
A well-known mystery,
At least this bitter comfort always embraces me
when no one does, bringing solace to my soul.
Wish I could be enough for me,
wish I kept my flying expectations,
down on ground, now I feel stuck.
This feeling eats me out alive.
Why am I not able to break free
from this neverending chain?
What is it in there? Hello!? Can you hear?
I'm unable to overcome this...
Still, I keep my hopes up for the life-rose
to bloom the next dawn light.
Am I a fool?
A slightly windy night,
the chilling breeze is soothing yet discomforting.
Got people nearby,
yet none by my side... no one's close enough.
Why? Available but absent
when needed the most?
Crushes my heart a little yet again...
But still, I keep dragging my own hope-swing.
And keep dancing between those dark-thorny and white wings.
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poems of distress
Poetrywrote down how I felt at times. not beautiful to read but have deep feelings and messages behind. it's my first time writing 'poems' ig , also English isn't my native language so sorry if I made mistakes, kindly correct me there. thank you for readi...
