They say, learn from the past
But dear why,
Unintentionally, why do I keep forgetting them?
I don't know what happened,
I have no idea.
But my heart keeps on crying
And I'm afraid.
It's like living in someone else's life
I don't know where I am
I don't know why I'm here
And neither,
Who Am I?
But I know, I just know
Because I can feel
That this person has a deep wound
A wound that isn't visible
A wound that isn't treatable
Nor can be hidden with a band aid.
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Letters To Myself
PoetryMost letters are written in free verse poetry. It is just a collection of my thoughts (and feelings😕) which I would express through the art of writing.
