sorry to self

wronged by own thoughts
imagination on wheels
pinched the ending of every meet
nothing exists in the roots of this seed

confusing signs pacified into sweet memoirs
the other signaled a dance of love
pair of eyes sparked when they met
poetries in metaphors became the feathers of dove

only my side embracing me
holds no strength and integrity
because it is me and only my memories
created with innocent purity

now palatable is the heart and soul
between it was something known
though the other never had any open door
me and myself is sorry to the only self- known


Since March’22 I have been trying to know that ‘something’ and today felt like ‘nothing’. Might sound sad but its poetry and it is a savior.

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