Shadows dance during the night,
Memories forgotten keep pulling me back,
How do I keep these out of sight,
When in the darkness, they continuously attack?
Everything echoes in this little mind,
A fragment so sweet, yet nowhere to be found,
In every trace I search and I find,
But the missing piece remains tightly bound.
Soft whispers appear in my dream,
A melody of voice, or so it seems,
I tried to reach out yet I could only scream,
Forever lost in the view of eternal streams.
In the realm of the past, am I held?
How do you get out of this shitty shed?
Chained in bars, tightly compelled,
By the sea of sorrow, might as well be dead.
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Phases Of The Heart: A Poem Collection
PoetryA few of the poems that I have written during the hard stages of my life.
