4th June, 2022
I guess I found a way,
Much to my delight.
Up on my feet,
Running towards the light.
Little did I know,
Am stuck in maze
the darkness seems to grow
Adding to my daze.
Should I run back?
But whom will I run to?
Or do I keep going on my track, to let myself through?
That's when I knew
I have no one to fall back to.
So I tried not to look behind,
Even though
My memories rewind.
Journey is long
My feet bleed
I know to whom my soul belong,
Only she pays heed.
I ran to her
As my fears engulf me
My vision blur
Trying to break myself free.
Oh wait,
Are they free as butterfly?
I slow my pace
As I try to pry.
Who are they,
faces with glee?
They are the ones who cast away
Something, I did not foresee.
I can't run anymore.
Their lives seem too beautiful,
While my heart feels sore,
Them seem to be full.
They know where to go
And have something to smile
Somebody to hold,
When they are not fine.
Here I am,
Alone, telling myself
This is how it will be
Full of uncertainty.
Shoulders feel heavy
Can't pick myself up
Heavy with emotions
Might as well give up.
As I lay down
I think of good times ahead
And the good times behind
Soon clouded
By negativities intertwined
My mind goes blank
Thinking about that someone who sowed the seed of hope.
Does she despise me too?
Or is she alone?
Is she hurting?
Or does she need me too?
Turning blind to those colours
Crawling towards the light
Not interested in their endeavours
I just want to make her life bright
I crawl and I crawl
Knees bruised
My heart tells
Am going to reach her soon
Is it what I wished to see?
Oh eyes
Please don't deceive.
There she is
The one who pays heed.
She is curled up in the corner
Her body bleeds.
Hey, look up it's me
Don't hurt yourself please.
I have only you
And you have only me
I'll make you believe
We can live all our dreams.
I tried to sweet talk
But her tears,
Nothing seems to block.
She is hurting so bad
Makes me so mad,
Of all the beautiful things around
That threw her to the ground.
She is an angel
A loving being
I want to give her
A life of a queen.
Nothing is making her smile
Oh her lovely face
Doesn't seem fine.
I pray to nature
Asking for answers
Instead of sweet melody
Silence are the dancers.
I hug her
Holding her close
Makes me feel ugly
As the pain within grows.
Ugly is what I feel
When her face I see
It's my reflection,
The only one who pays heed.
-@potterhead_reads
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