My trusted friend, not being a friend.
Lost words and dried ink on my hand,
waves of thoughts keep rushing in.
Buried in sand and sadness clings.
A poetry I wrote a little while ago, most times I just save this as a draft to be posted later but I decided to share it immediately. I rarely get to do poetry like this where the words come and flow easily to my mind.
I don’t usually reveal what my poetry is about but I’ll make an exception with this one. This piece has so many interpretations for me and one is about something or someone that has been your confidant but suddenly became distant and no matter how hard you try to rekindle the flame, and you keep thinking of ways to bring that back but you end up being buried with memories that you may never bring back.
Anyways, I hope you like this one. 😊
