Poetry Submission: Unveil

I rush.

I’m angry.

I’m reminding myself to hush.

My palms are sweaty.

My forehead is tensed.





Spinning head.


How do I pen down this anger?





Regrets and


Wordless now

Emptiness inside

Does this make sense?

Why do we call what we don’t understand


It’s not madness.

It’s different.

So am I.

I am different from a minute ago,

Even from a second ago.

Time is moving, and so am I.

I’m moving through thoughts and spaces

And people

And places,


I am making memories

And touching lives

And changing the air as I breathe it in.

I am changing the world

Each time my chest rises and falls.

I want to write hope

Into my share of history.


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