when agony consumed my body
it situated itself
between my breaths
made the cracks in my head wider
digged up my bones from my skin
and lived inside it.
even now
when my skin is healed
and my breaths are
not clouded by dust
i still feel it alive in me.
that's when i realised
agony never really left
i just covered it with my skin
and trapped it inside
i guess i'm trapped with it too.
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Hiraeth: A Collection of Poems
PoetryHiraeth: a Welsh concept of longing for home. A type of homesickness, but for a home that you can't return to, or one that perhaps never existed. Aren't we all looking for home?
