How often I wondered before
How does it feel to lose someone you love down the core
Just imagining the pieces cracking down, I shivered from unknown loneliness
And fear of unknown
Either where they would go, once soul leaves the body
But currently, when it happened
It didn't matter to me where they would go
What matters is that they were gone, no one beside me to hold
Her image of crying from pain still lingers in my mind
Some moment, it will strike me, then will leave me hanging from crying again
It's like, the pain that she brought didn't vanished with her
But passed on to me and now I suffer
But atleast, this part of you, in me, linger around
Atleast, I can feel a connection that was never bound to be gone
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One Hundred Fifty
RandomFifty, Fifty, Fifty A writing challenge for myself is to create fifty poems, fifty essays, and fifty one-shot stories, every single prekeng day to make it a hundred and fifty days of honing my skills and giving sparks to my interest. Here's the deal...
