I'm surrounded by masses,
A million stories to unfold,
And I'm still left in ashes,
By my stories left untold.
Some humans gain my trust,
I want them to stay,
Cause I need some angel dust,
To take me far far away.
I welcome them as strangers,
But they leave as friends,
Being nice has its dangers,
Cause this cycle never ends.
I have learned this at last,
I need to be alone,
I am a prisoner to my past,
There are sins I must atone.
My demons lead me astray
And times do seem rough
I smile at the abyss & say
"You ain't tough enough"
-Jugal Patel
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Letters To Anyone Who Cares
PoetryJust some poems I would like to share with everyone. My words can make anyone feel connected to me without ever meeting me. Positive Criticism is appreciated.
