He was also tortured,
And not just her.
She was suffering,
But so did he.
She's at Everest
He's at Wycheproof.
Always at their best,
But he never gave proof.
Always called as a peace lily;
He's never seen outdoors.
But she's a Globe Thistle
That thrives with people around.
He was suffering in silence;
He never told anybody
About what he felt.
Doesn't want to disturb.
He kept everything a secret,
But she was his diary,
But he was not hers;
He was devastated.
He's a tortured poet
Trapped inside his body
Couldn't express
His raw emotions at best
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A Poet's Sojourn: His Compendium
PoetryTales of a poet that was saved by another poet: A collection of the poetry I wrote. I was trapped inside an endless void. I'm on the verge of going crazy- who said I wasn't?
