Where am I?
It's not home
What is this place?
It's so unknown.
Hello? I call
Silence, no respond
Hello? I try again
No respond, again.
Why so silent?
Where's the sound?
Am I alone?
Where's everone?
It's so dark, is it night?
Or is it day?
Where's the light-
The shining ray?
Are we all dead?
Then where are the tombstone?
Are we alive?
Then why am I alone?
So frightened, so alone
So quiet, so dead and dark
But with no tombstone
Oh, wait -this is my heart.
-Nik.
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Forbidden Thoughts
PoetryWriting is my escape. But as much as it helps me to run from my problems, it also helps me to confess them. Though, no one is a saint, including me. There are words I shouldn't say, feelings I shouldn't feel, and poetries I shouldn't write. So here...
