05-02-2025
Wednesday
I am still here –
with the free verse of pain
that tried to erase me
lonely, hardly,
with silence
in the dark.
But I catched the roots of pain,
and now I carry with labels,
to fell into full of silence.
Sometimes, I refused to not carry
but somehow I kept on going.
I folded the past peace myself
because I haven’t done that is doing.
I didn’t throw,
but I didn’t go.
I’m still carrying pain
because, who I am, I know ..!
(“You Left Like Morning Leaves The Stars. So I Carried Pain.”–DIARYPOEM24)