Candle *this poem was not written by me*

Fighting

Sleeping and screaming. Fighting with no one. Actually.. with myself. And losing for too long.

I don’t know what to call this. I just wanted to mix it up and share a short story/poem that I wrote in college. The theme was “found object” and it was published in the college magazine which surprised me, but.. Hope you like it.

The only thing to fear, is fear itself. Words in a book. That book on a shelf. The man who wrote them, has never known, what it’s like, to fear your own.

The illusions of love, were all a mistake.

You see me standing here, bravery at its best.

“Won’t be forgotten”

Does love exist between two people?

An escape from reality,