Sitting on a burning pyre,
A fire within the mind;
What hurts more is hard to say,
Where it hurts is hard to find.
My own ashes piling high,
My own dreams burning nigh,
Alone in my moments of pain,
Lost in ruins, losses are my only gain.
Jul 21
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Well…
errr..If I may ask..
What happened??
beautiful poem..though i dont know what made u write that!! well said
sakkath poem, but the same question…what happened?
reasons are immaterial..I can feel the pain these lines..
All that is lost always brings a new dream,alwa? You’ll find one 🙂
hey nice one yaar…
when the pain recedes..
new hope regains…;)