Hybrid Poetry Poem by Agatha Eliza

I almost forgot what it's like
to be wrapped in your embrace
like bones in soft flesh
making way for
a secret, but dark thought-


Aloud, when I'm alone
should I whisper
this wish to be brought back
among the living
just to be
a hybrid life-like form
of something
seeking,
collecting unshed tears,
unspoken words
the dew dripping from the
flowers of regret
the dreams that got stuck
in wooden
hand-carved boxes
and stored away, hoping
to be open one day by another
the colours that
were never used by a painter
the verses that never
had the chance to be placed
in poetry books
the moments that never
turned into memories
because, if there's life
and love, there's also poetry.