25-02-2025
Tuesday
Everyday, Everytime
I tried to erase that dream
where I killed someone, bad dream
I killed someone, through silence
I burned through skin;
This all happened when love;
when love left in full of sorrows
and refused to love myself.
Behind this dream deep inside
no one can see the truth that I see
I only know how about the dream
scream in silence with fear flies.
I carry dream –
everyday with same nightmares
where no love just fears.
(“The nights I couldn’t sleep weren’t because of dreams…
They were because of memories.” –DIARYPOEM24)