It rained hard on the day she learnt that death visited her friend losing a friend
who was young
a friend who wasn't supposed to die
she wept
doubts rising one by one like weed planted in her head
she asked herself whether her existence would ever make sense after that
would there be another precious moments or would her life become the heir of loss
where long stayed memories would bury themselves slowly at the place of her upbringing
would there be a next or is this it ?
Buried under her covers, she wept another day gone
missing someone who will never come back
but the worst of it all she asked herself whether at some point if this is all she will ever have , grief .
-Hayi
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Not to fall but to rise
PoetryThis book is a collection of poetry, prose and writings that I wrote during my teenage years that describe the transition from being a teenager to becoming a young adult. The poems contain a honest experience of living, growing in a judgmental socie...
