I am a lost soul,
a silent reverie
waiting to be dreamt,
an abandoned
scrap of litter,
tattered and unkempt;
I am the west wind
as it whistles
through the eaves,
a sombre soliloquy
that no longer believes;
I haunt my own mind,
a reminder that I
once was sane,
and a solemn promise
to myself,
never to lose me again.
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Fragments
الشعرPoetry and fragments of my mind. Dealing with heartache, betrayal, sorrow, and hope. Originally posted on Instagram and Facebook.
