Agony Poems
Silent Cries and Screams
by Nad Sof
They say talking to yourself is a sign of madness,
but I don’t feel mad—just lost,
swallowed whole by helplessness.
The reason I speak to myself
is because there’s no one else to hear me.
I trust no one but me,
and maybe that’s the cruel irony—
I’m the only one I can rely on,
even when I’m drowning in my own thoughts.
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Mon Amour, Mon Résurrecteur
by Nad Sof
Le soleil n’est plus lumineux,
Plus ce que j’espérais revoir.
La lune brille plus que jamais,
Dans sa lumière, je trouve mon espoir.
Mon cœur semble ne plus battre,
Mais mon amour, toi seul peux me ressusciter.
Four Walls -- One Door Locked In .
by Nad Sof
In this small room, the air feels thin,
Four walls press close, one door locked in.
A window too high, a bed too still,
A cold stone floor that can't heal.
Two books rest there, pages untold,
While shadows pass, the stories unfold.
Eyes glance at mine, then quickly fall,
Faces wear masks, and I don’t trust them at all.
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Away from Offshore
by Nad Sof
I feel like I’m in a boat, adrift,
Sailing away, my heart to lift—
From an island I built with my own hands,
Stone by stone, like shifting sands.
I spent long days, months, and years,
Building it up, through hope and tears.
But now, I see it fade from view,
As my boat drifts farther, out of blue.
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A Love That Was Once Kind--
by Nad Sof
I chose silence, a weapon of peace,
For I knew how sharp my words could slice—
Not from indifference, but from fear,
Afraid that what I held dear would disappear.
To wound a heart, to sever ties,
All with the sting of a careless lie.
So I stayed silent, keeping it inside,
Letting love and anger both collide.
But sometimes I wish people would turn away,
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Falling Blocks
by Aditi Hayaran
The sky is clear now! I thought.
Oh again, this storm,
Destroying my cottage warm.
Building blocks, falling down,
It's all clattered on the floor,
Bringing back my memories sore.
Recalling the time building these took,
With the blocks, I'm falling too.
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The Kabale kid
by Ankwasa Harlord
Dear Honoured child of the land,
Of the great hills, terrances beauty
A gentle chill that kisses Kigezi,
Its me a nephew, calling out
an cold ice voice,
Hoping to reach you by.
Back home, we were raised
To point fingers at the Television
And scream " Uncle Shaka "
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UNFAMILIAR Faces--
by Nad Sof
Maybe this is just a cycle, spinning endlessly,
Waking up to a sweet “good morning” text,
Only to feel the bittersweetness creeping in,
A fleeting joy, then the ache of knowing it will end.
Faces blur, all smiles and whispered hopes,
Words like promises, but none built to last.
I speak in charms, soft words and sweet replies,
Yet I know, deep down, most of them won't see me for who I am.
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Heart drenched in insanity
by F O
You know what, Sherlock?
Love? That’s pathetic
His arms were drenched in her cologne,
the other day,
the smile so nefarious,
conniving yet innocent.
I gave him my heart, you know?
I gave him elusive veins and Sherlock,
what do I get? I am deceived,
as though my eyes are blinded
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Cruelty-- Forgiveness-- And Forevermore.
by Nad Sof
Sometimes I wonder, what makes the heart so cruel,
When forgiveness blooms in the soil of a soul’s duel.
If I, broken and bent, can rise from the wreck,
Can bury the ghosts, and silence the wrecked,
Why can’t they let go, leave me in peace,
And allow me the breath of a soft release?
I don’t ask for riches, or a word of praise,
Not even a promise, not even a gaze.
Though they tore from me every spark, every light,
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