Death of a loved one...

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Eyes full of tears, 
Throat is running dry, 
My day is being spent, 
As I simply cry and cry. 

My breath is getting shorter, 
I wish my heart to stop, 
I just came back from the funeral, 
With this loss, how can I cope? 

It's not HER who died, 
It's my own soul which went away, 
They tell me to calm down, 
But how can I still be okay? 

There's a part of me that's broken now, 
Nothing can provide me peace, 
If possible, I want to die
And that's only when I can rest with ease. 

~Mystery Night

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  1. Yagna Mehta12 October 2021 at 05:16

    Are all your poems your own experience???

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    1. Mystery Night12 October 2021 at 07:16

      Not all... Some are my real feelings while others were written just on the basis of what I think about that topic... Like for example, the ones based on love or heartbreak, that's what I think would be my feelings or someone else's if such situation takes place.. Some of them are written from the POV of characters of some stories I read...

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    2. Yagna Mehta12 October 2021 at 07:19

      Got it. They are nice. Should try publishing somewhere.

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    3. Mystery Night12 October 2021 at 07:31

      Thank you! 😄

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