The endless road ahead ends in a vague:
When the perplexity prevails...
I dive and drown into the sea of discontentment,
Where the shriek of discontinuity tempts my senses.
The high tide waves, on the new moon days-
Conspires to hell my peace.
I fail to spot the sailing boat in the seas.
The ochre sand has a black, shadowy hue;
As I walk, the shells at the shore pricks deep into-
My feet- having me bleeding.
I want to stay, but there's an urge screaming:
To leave.
The high tides and the new moon nights has failed to cure my grieves.
My ribcage hurts today: the vertebrae feels absent,
They say there is a glorious monotony in my accent.
The endless road ends in a vague:
I seek in gloom for my disappointment to end.
They say there are tears in my eyes-
The tears are my hopes to cope up with every bird flying that high.
So high....Where my hands can doubtfully stretch:
To grasp them as they fly and imprison them in a cage.
The high tide waves, on the new moon days
Has left me lost- lining the lanes of this maze.
~High tide waves and New Moon Days
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