I've got scars, which could be bizarre
They can't always be seen
I've let down my guards.
Have no one to squeeze hand thrice
at times when I doubt my suffice.
Wish I didn't need any consolation
cause, there's no way of anticipation.
Dozing off on my grief
to neglect disputes, tied as a sheaf.
But when I fall asleep
they haunt like monsters in a heap.
Imitate like I feel no sore
Maybe this is the thing world adore.
Although things like falling apart
never broke my soul
But could you please pour
some clemency on me
cause I might come apart at seams.
-@ehhhNerd
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Poetry by @ehhhNerd
الشعرHey guys! (Whoever is reading) I write poetry. I'm posting some of my stuff here. If you like it or hate, please let me know. I would take all the criticism and compliments gracefully. Just give it a read :)
