Short poem – The undead

Short poem – The undead

  ছোট কবিতা(Short poem)

        স্বত্ব লেখক(copyright author)    @Seraphina 

 School-Mount Litera Zee School

 Berhampore, Murshedabad,WB,

     INDIA

 

All that’s left of my nameless face.

And the home that has become a haunted place.

 Is the echoing silence I buried with me

in the depths of my heart half-empty.

 

And I love how he thinks it’s a guise,

I brought back from the for bidden paradise.

Only if he knew I’ve always been the same.

Since the day be set my heart aflame.

 

He calls my kind the undead.

 Yet dying on the words unheard though not unsaid

My soul has become a blood-stained dove,

All this anger was once love.

 

Should you worship me sooner

Before I became a part of the lunar

I’ve never been more alive

If not a dead memory in his archive.

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