Hiraeth: A Collection of Poems

a messy puzzle.

i don't know how to hold my rusted gears together without feeling like a wreckage. it's like opening your eyes and tasting defeat of a war that you weren't a part of. you don't know how to feel anymore.

you can gulp down sorrow but its taste will always linger in your happy times. so even when you smile
you don't know how to feel.

you look back to hope that you'd return but the roads get erased after each step so i hope you know where you're going. you step on thorns and you bleed but you don't know how to feel, do you?

you were always told that life is a puzzle and you have to put the pieces together to create something beautiful but you were never told how to solve a puzzle without its pieces, were you?

so you try solving the puzzle with the couple pieces you could find; and you realise that you can't solve this mess because it was created to be a mess in the first place.