Stuck




Despite what we may,
teach ourselves to sleep
every night
We are missing
pieces of ourselves,
left to some precise moments
in our pasts
and despite our best efforts
to cherish and rationalise
the left over selves,
we remain,
the sum total of all what
we left behind.

Life it seems is rigged,
in its infinite wisdom to favour,
a suspended amalgam
of loss and pain.



Poetry by sagi
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Written on 2020-11-12 at 03:40

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Amy Valentina
So beautifully written that it gives a kind of sweet pain...yes, we know it hurts, yet we dwell in the shadows of our past.
Thank you for sharing this.
2020-11-12