06 September 2020

Hurt

Poems written
In the night.
Are dead by dawn.

And the ride on
Unicorn is a
Myth again.

For a moment
She was there..
Then gone.

Itching flashbacks.
Her traces 
Everywhere.

Reality and utopia
Intertwined.
Hope and despair-

All hurt the same.

 
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