I forgot my childhood but not how it felt
It's a passing memory that gets erased the more I think of it
I believe it's a curse
But curses have a cure,
I do not find any cure for this wreck,
There's no medicine to make it better,
No glue to mend it back together
It came, it passed, it broke, it went
And all I could do was to stand and spectate
I can say my tragedies don't rhyme
I can't scheme up colors to make my thoughts look pious and aligned
No instrument can remake those muffled cries
My body won't move in ways to narrate stories
And my voice is hollow from the boiling hot tears I gulped down in a hurry
Perhaps dreaming about life would make me more human
Maybe talking to new people would help lessen my burden
But then again,
How does one dream when they've been living in a nightmare
How to make coherent words when your tongue is tied down to yourself
I wish to relive my childhood again
Try carrying better parts of myself
I'd remember not to trust and to make friends
I'd remember to not wait for people and wish them to look back
The waves are cold or maybe I'm lifeless
The graves are empty, the corpses look at me and I'm incited to join them
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Poetry"Is happiness really a myth". A collection of the most cherished pieces of my soul: my poems. The things I wrote when I loved, when I hated, when I raged, when I dared and when from reality, I escaped. My poems are a way for me to get away from the...
