This isn’t a poem about renunciation. It isn’t...
for introverts on how to vanish from a room full...
I am a squiggle of imperfection,
a reality that bites...
Shall we leave it all behind?
Run- just me and you...
There are times in life
Where it throws you a curve ball...
The past has been pressed
within pages, that only unfolds...
Life, if you live it,
does not have to be painless...
Serenity's Unshed Tear
Serenity's silent longings...
I forced my pen to ink those words
That seemed unwilling to appear...
I’m tired of empathizing
It only gets you hurt...
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let me lay waste the final tapestry...
Intimidating
Irreversibility...
Com(pell)ing to some
a paedophile of the cloth...