Broken | Poem

Broken I didn’t appreciate the little things before; Days that weren’t wetted with despair, where I dared to believe we would all live forever. Pushed screaming through the door of no return I learned that circumstances burn flesh and bone. The worst times I’ve ever known. Caught in a loop, it replays second by second, …

Nomads’ Land | Poem

Nomads’ Land It was a popular tourist spot that people liked to visit; they were drawn to its quirks and all the things in it. They pitched tents and wandered. They explored explored every part, carved their names into tree trunks and took the place to their heart. The high season was busy before they …

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