Bed of death

I’m scared these days to write anything
Anything that I feel
Some strings of my heart have detached from myself
I can see myself shattering like my poetry has disappeared these days
I can see my soul wandering in search of paradise-like my words are in search of poetry
I don’t realise
How long have I not been myself
Making a bed of death for myself

Roshni Borana

Published by roshniborana

introvert and complacent !!! beautifully broken and healing!!!

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