POETRY

The Morning After

the morning after feels the same,
only the time changed

more early mornings,
more late nights,
more of the mundane,

mother still combs my hair;
I feel the same for, I am the same
pencil shifts to pen;
I start looking more inside me

knowing all that I never before
knew
seeing all that I never before
saw

Was it a tragedy?

No, it was the morning after.
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About the Author Neferemka Y. Areca School, Manipur · India

Neferemka Y. is an aspiring writer from Areca School, India, who has loved writing since childhood. Last year, Neferemka self-published a debut horror novel, Imaginative Reality.

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