There's a fear residing inside me,
The past, present, and future me.
A fear, biggest of all, makes my vision blurry every time it appears.
I wonder what kind of beating I would hear from my heart and how my mind would work. How would my soul be alive if I ever come to know that she is no more?
That MY mother is up in the sky, out of my reach.
Definitely not a beautiful, mature thoughtful reaction like a poet I hope,
I'd rather feel like a detached petal, that will be dried and crumbled away in no time.
A part of me will die too.
The thought of her disappearing forever
Will break me to pieces entirely, which won't be fixated ever after.
Every time, it would look so ironically funny how I would miss her and her comfort whilst missing her.
My smile, which forms because of her will be snatched away from my lips.
I'm unable to even imagine that day, let alone the years I will have to cope up afterwards. I love her so much like living beings do oxygen...
I'm sorry I can't help it, I shouldn't be pessimistic, I know the truth can't be changed but the intensity of this truth shakes me to the core that it's just so unacceptable to me.
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Poems Of Distress
Poetrywrote down how I felt at times. have deep feelings and messages behind. I tried to make them pleasing to read too :) 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. ...
