The Warrior
it took years for a warrior to have war
or even an eternity to be legitly be one.
the battle scars will always remind weakness
if you cannot understand its depth and pain—
longing and regrets.
the darkness hugs you like a friend
the blood stains in you like kisses
the silence came to you as a visitor—a stranger
my heart pounded as my tears fell;
i took the knife and cut—
cut this line to separate myself from overflowing sadness
from the unending pain and brokenness.
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Au nom de l'amour
PoetryAu nom de l'amour (In the name of love) is an anthology of literary pieces written by different writers, including me, which contains all feels about love. In this anthology, we will dive into a world full of perceptions about love. Are...
