Flashes of instances,
Keep haunting me conscious.
They keep making horror stories of what may happen
Bad from these instances.
The fear instilled in me,
Keeps me on my toes,
I always feel a shadow of my woes.
I don't really know,
If I will ever come out of it.
Even when my soul is screaming wild,
Falling deep in the woeful pit.
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ACHES [Wattys Winner 2015]
PoetryAin't we drowning but still floating in our complexities of love and hatred, happiness and sorrow & life and the journey. Short stories and poetry about true living i.e living through an ache and coming out of it. Want to meet my words in versatile...