Losses

Losses

A Poem by Narmeen

I weep for my losses, equal to gains,
A dance of give and take remains.
I ask myself, at what cruel cost,
Is every victory bound to what's lost?

I bargain with demons, a fragile plea,
To grant me a sliver of joy to see.
But shadows linger, they won't release,
Happiness comes, but never in peace.

© 2025 Narmeen


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Added on January 16, 2025
Last Updated on January 16, 2025