A poem I wrote a few months ago. It's raw and confusing at parts... I'm not struggling with this as much now, but just wanted to share it. Written spur of a moment.
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These days make me remember other days
This weather makes me miss the past
Still breezes stir up stillness
A stillness that births tears and aching
Aching for what used to be, and
Aching for what will never be.
I feel so taken, left behind, and covered
Over with newer sand and newer things
Sand from the Mediterranean has suffocated me
So much that I've been built upon by newer names
Names that are louder than mine
I am starting to forget my essence
I feel some inner crisis brewing
I don't want this, Nostalgia cries
Confidence has drowned itself on the banks of the Aegean.
I'm sad to say home is not where my heart
wants at this time.
But home doesn't seem to want my heart either.
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