Never do I know where to begin, Nor, How to write it, Nor, How to address an engorged heart with a need to burst and shout… So much pain! Without knowing where to put it other than one place, A page, Where I’ve been having an abundance of doubt. Yet, Not once have I cared for the darkness shrouding my mind… I care to find an answer eluding my eyes, Every night I lit a joint…
A joint I rolled as if the smoke would fill my lungs with love I was looking for. As if the smoke would swirl around my waist, And, Hug me! Like the friend I’ve been yearning for. As if every bit of ash would gently float down and cover my wounds until they stopped bleeding, Profusely…
How wrong I was till the very end of what could’ve been a tragedy. The end of a train ride marking the beginning of a new life, Sprouting from a ground where my life was burnt down…
Maybe, That’s where I should begin. At the exact coordinates where I buried my urn, Earning myself a smile from the relief of, Acknowledging my pain. My mistakes. The empty garden begging for my hands to grow the kind of beauty anyone in the world can bask in, And, Wake up from a nightmare all of us are bothered by…
m3l0dicverse 
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