POETRY
Despair
Unrequited love
Published in
1 min readFeb 9, 2024
I am twisted, with no words to spare
twined without cure
stowed with emotions
running away from solitude.
With cutouts of past memory
left in the broken box
waiting for the imminent gaze
asking for that openness.
How my world seems to be
You won’t get the slightest chance
Even if you turned your back
I wouldn’t be driven to despair.
Hurt on the surface, rocked up by tides
Your smile will do the the trick
Lift me up on the cloudy days
Light me up on the wintery nights.
You might owe this to me
Why do you choose to delude?
Yet i chose to be your prelude
and love you even more.
Thank you for reading and inspiring me on this writing journey Medium
Every person in life wants a fair chance to love and dream.
Somya Baral
