Bad phase

Swaying up and down
In a ghostly town.
With the freedom of a kite
Not a slave's might
Once brave, now in flight.
All my face 
Sweat smitten
Through the way
 I shaking pretend,
This part of the story 
Was never written.
On the cracking Mirror, 
Who do I see?
Striking horror, 
It's NOT ME!?
The soul of my Dreams,
Where TF is she?
All the memories of
Who I were,
Echo in the secrets
That the scars
Share.
I don't belong here
In this Cruelty
That holds me guilty.
I'm not gonna play fair
I wanna end this
Nightmare.

Crafted On : 16th May 2024

Well I thought #WhatTFphase deserves a poem 🙂