Lens, Collection of Short Poems (by Angie Chen)

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Memories

Memories are but
Icy winds hitting my face
Following a storm

 

Broken

I am surrounded
By life’s mirrors; I am but
A broken image

 

Ragdoll

Completely drained,
My lifeless body.
Riding on life’s boat.
Drifting through the currents of time.

 

Hurt

There are times,
I feel torn apart.
But I mustn’t shed tears,
So they drip onto my heart.