Priya K. Poems

The land is dead and gone, Lady.
It's as though it never lived.
It's dead and gone, Lady.
And now you must forgive.
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Insecurity

As I walked down the road to Heaven,
I suddenly stopped to ask.
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Black crows, loud bells, strict rules;
a dark garden to which buds come to blossom.

Crammed and full, the hot swift days pass by, unnoticed.
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Within me is someone I don’t understand.
She’s unique, she’s different – too different, perhaps.
She’s beyond reality. Lives don’t touch her.
She’s above sorrow, terror can’t hold her;
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I watch you across the room
And wish this was all our distance

Wish, you had never seen the sun.
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