Why does this room look so big ?
Is it cause I'm in a corner and the light is too meek ?
Why do I feel cold ,as if a sudden gloom engulfs me ?
Are these the taunts of lights or those who can see ?
Why do I keep closing in to contract ,
Curling farther and farther from the lights' show
Is it cause I feel light as my foe ?
Why does this dark feel so familiar ?
Like it's got an empty throne and I am the heir...
Should I take the hand that is for me outstretched?
It lacks visibility and I know it's completely drenched
Is it kerosene or am I in a dream ?
Is the hand there to avenge me or burn me to flashes
How about I take the chance ?
I was not surviving either way I
glance ..
It'll either spare me or we'd end up in clashes
Let's play the game once
Even if we end in ashes
Ashlesha Dubey
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Trembling Hands Wet Canvas
PoetryWounds heal but scars remain , Time passes fast , what goes slow is pain. Sailing in sea alone in the boat , Sound to the agony , in the words coat Dig in.... And you won't regret !
