Walking on the road, way back home,
It feels like being accompanied by loneliness.
Eyes looking down, head mingling around,
With hands holding the straps of bag.
It feels like I'm on a never ending path.
Suddenly a breeze flows through,
Whispering ‘You're not alone’ in my ears.
My eyes looking up with anxiousness,
But then, feeling contempt out of nowhere,
I started smiling with my mouth covered.
Within no time I was feeling,
Like being surrounded by breezes.
They, engaging themselves in sympathising me.
Eventually, my ears couldn't hear any noises.
With my mind playing songs, like a radio.
The sky was starting to darken,
The thunder and lightning were playing.
It felt like a game of chase.
I started running, full of fright,
That violent game terrified me.
A drop ended up on my eye lid,
It had travelled all the way from heaven.
Within a moment, the intensity grew,
Forcing me to take out my umbrella.
The fearful game, stopped this time.
I sighed with relief, but couldn't smile.
I was wanting to erase all the bad memories,
That were existing as invisible patches,
Soaked in blood of pain and regret,
The patches that made me uncomfortable.
I closed the umbrella with tears,
I was feeling happy,
As the blood washed down my body.
There were no more stains, further,
Letting me die in peace.
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Real Me: MISSING
PoetryA collection of poems which were written by the missing me in solitude, in a reality-struck phase. Note: The parts are not interconnected. They are separate poems.
