Can anyone ever find peace,
In this unworthy race?
Everyday I struggle to even breathe,
Struggle to straighten my face.
I look alive to you,
Happy and playful,
Vibrant with a fading hue,
Of a black eyed Susan so beautiful.
But slowly withering inside,
And dying like its dried petal.
The ghost of my pain resides,
Very much awake and hardly gentle.
Making a pile of my smithereens,
And burning them with its flame,
Only to bring me back to life,
Playing a ruthless cruel game.
If you find peace, let it know am yearning,
With every knock on my door,
Hoping to look into its face.
But finding rather despair, am turning
Into the darkness of my own shadow,
Towards the deepest void and my darkest phase.
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PS: I honestly did not intend to make it this darker or gloomier, but sometimes thats how I feel so I ended up writing it that way. Because we obviously pour our hearts out when we write. 🙂
Also, making a comeback to my blog now after such a long time and it feels superb. I hope you guys like my snippets here and I am more than glad to know your thoughts about them. 🙂
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