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A Graveyard

Nov 30, 2025
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By Arbia Enam


My heart is a graveyard, 

of all the emotions i conceal, 

A graveyard of 

all the traumas I've healed.

A graveyard of, 

the remains of my unfiltered life, 

which are truly the evidence of my un-noticed thrive.


A graveyard of,

the chapters that my story beholds, 

of the agony and pain which were never told.

A graveyard of,

the accomplishments i was never cheered for, 

with all the comparison and complaints that I abhor.


A graveyard of, 

the tales of my existence, 

and all those questions raised up against my persistence.

A graveyard, 

of all the unsung truth buried within me.

A graveyard of, 

my long lost peace, love and glee.


My heart is a graveyard, 

not a soul visited.

A graveyard, 

no one knew existed.


By Arbia Enam


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