My unconscious feels you as well,
The joy of being near to you is unmatched.
Come on, remove the latitude,
So that I'd get my ambition.
Why would I forget this fantasy?
Distance doesn't break our bond,
Neither you're crooked nor I,
Why am I distant from you, though I'm you're proud?
Nights will admit my condition in sleep,
Your pain is infecting my body,
Why would I boil in this fire?
I'm furious with myself,
And with you too.
There is a desire,
And confusion too.
How do I endure, you're also in my beliefs?
Every spectacle before my eye is now unravelling like sand,
You; like addictions, last for a lifetime,
How do I endure without you?
These questions make me perished.
~Mery Ruaid
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Puisipoetry is not a turning loose of emotions , but an escape from emotion ; it is not the expression of personality but an escape from personality . But, of course, only those who have personality and emotions know what it means to want to escape from...
