Of Spirits, Memories and Forget-Me-Not

i penned this poem in the middle of the night when i couldn't sleep. just like yours my midnight's are also haunting. this is a poem for all those who still bear the painful memories which are here to stay. this is for all my poetry friends 🩶✨️

to be someone's muse- a feeling unknown!

an honor so grand but beyond my hope,

the vastness of the sea before my eyes

it's secrets can't be hold in a rhyme,

midnight's darkness- a friend for so long

now a foe, never haunted me before,

a rose by other name can be 'forget-me-not'

'sorrows, sorrows and prayers' always knock at my door,

cemetery is the home for the spirits

cemetery is the home for the memories,

i long for the "good old days"

when summer never left me alone,

now in my winter's barren land

a glittery hope is what i pray for!