Wandering aimlessly
In the forest of my mind
And stumbling across fragments
Of broken things
That I want to put back together
But I know that
I will only break them again...
YOU ARE READING
Hiraeth.
Poetry(n) A homesickness for a place you can never return to, a place which maybe never was; the nostalgia, the yearning, the grief for the lost places of your past. Collection no.2 --very old poems--
