All These I Hide The only light was the ache inside me

von Bem Khuvung

38 Seiten, Taschenbuch

Kurzbeschreibung des Verlags

"I am the architect of my own destruction." In this visceral collection of raw verse, the silence of a heavy heart finds its voice. From the bars of lonely nights to the quiet pride of simply surviving another day, these poems navigate the blurred lines between art and pain. Through the haze of whiskey and the scent of rain-soaked earth, the author explores the weight of loving too hard and the irony of drawing lines upon one's own skin to find a sense of belonging. This is a journey through the "coldest summer"-a plea to be understood, a struggle to remain in control, and a search for a dream worth waking up for. "Today, my progress has just been about keep myself alive."