This isn’t just a book of poems. It’s a burial ground, a battlefield, a confession.I didn’t write to impress,I wrote because the silence got too loud. These pages hold sleepless nights, fractured thoughts, and emotions too heavy to name.Through myth, memory, and shadow, I’ve tried to capture what it feels like to lose something you can’t explain… and still wake up breathing.Fire, water, time, ash, these aren’t just elements, they’re everything I’ve survived.If you’ve ever felt quietly broken while the world kept moving, maybe these words will feel like home.This is everything I couldn’t say.Now, it’s yours.