lost
He’s gone
you should accept that
Move on
it’s not your fault
You lost yourself
upon his death
Do you think
he’ll be glad with it?
I miss you
the old you
Will you ever come back?
Be stuck
in his shadows no more
And go on with your life
YOU ARE READING
Poems of Confession
PoesíaWords I opted not to confide Scattered pieces of me, hidden inside He who held them, now nowhere to find Gone, leaving me behind
