My eyes are close
but I see a nation
as you were my everythingMy soul is alone
but it feels your presence
for it meant a lot in meMy thoughts are working solo
although I carry you in my vision
because you were my armor in my battle daysWe used to be doing collaboration
whenever it came to dream tackling
as we knew we are more stronger when we are togetherBut today I gotta do it on my own because all that I had in you vanished
Like a ghost after the work is done
YOU ARE READING
On my Own
PoetryOn my own, fighting to keep my breathes, longing to grab a life, yet whatever that which life has in store for me is pain and the least of ecstasy.