In the Lamp Light Love and Pain are the same

There have been poems and there have been not. Few are lovelorn and others are in pain. But none are comprehensible. In the lamp light, there is no poem I want to love, there is nothing I ever want to love. Love has made me a weak woman and I’m loathing its presence for stripping me of my words , and my light. Oh how often love throws me in this hell. And how often I come out of it only to be seduced again. In the lamp light, writing poetry about love, but out of pain, I only want to belong to myself.

– Journal, In The Lamp Light Love and Pain Are The Same by Thamanna Razak

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