Sitting on this huge grey wall
Surrounded with loneliness
Unable to find you, I panic
Realising you have left and gone
For your precedences
Without me, I understand
This wall can never be broken
Trapped here perpetually
Yearning for you, I wait.
Poetry is a chimera of one’s nostalgia
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I love this poem, its so true for me now.
Thanks :)
I felt such deep pain in my heart when I read this.
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