I can still feel
The touch
The kiss
The lust
I can still feel everything
The fear
The sweat
The trembling
The small tears in the eyes
It's like a tragedy
It's death or just a nightmare.
I still hear the silent scream,
It's always echoing.
The beat of the heart, The hurt it feels
It's still in my memory
It's in the brain
It's always knocking and knocking
It never sleeps too long
It's brutal
I can't rid of it
Because it's still in me
It's me and it's mine
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Poetry (Ongoing)
PoetryThese are all my written poems based on experiences, ideas, and imaginations. Never copy or use these poems without my permission.
