Last Poem

The words flow at 4 am
My wildest hour is upon me
I'm buried in a mountain
Of unfamiliarity
Assignments
New friends
Old insecurities

And my eyes search for you

I will never see you again
I didn't get to say goodbye.
Do you know that you moved me?
You brought me closer to myself

Your absence is familiar
It is how it should be
This is my farewell
My thoughts will keep finding you
My heart will not be still
There is still a sense of being unfinished

Despite it all,
This is my final rendition
The articulation stops here.
At the end of this poem.

Paradox

I was bound 

And battered

Scarred by what I saw

Ravaged by the inaction

In myself and the system

I had words then

High and mighty

Virtuous and stirring

But no outlet

No pedestal

I'm not bound anymore

The trauma is just a ghost memory

The nightmares have turned into a dreamless void

And words fail me.