Stranger
In a mirror, there's a stranger who wasn't there before
She's not me, she's someone I don't know anymore
What happened to the spirit with an inner light?
To the old me that was so lively and bright?
Is it because of life that has taken a toll?
Or the painful truths that dampen my soul?
The mirror reflects my inner strife
Telling secrets of an exhausting life
Do I still have a chance remains?
Or there's nothing I can do to break these chains?
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My Heart Bleeds Ink
PoetryA collection of poems is like a tile in the mosaic, each tile contains its own unique story and imagery, when you put it all together, they create a beautiful image, full of meaning and emotion.
