Lost in the middle of the ocean.
Lost all alone.
Tired of moving ahead,
Tired of living.
Where am I?
Where is the old me?
I say to myself.
I'm lost in the ocean,
In the ocean of loneliness.
Lost all alone.
No more tears left,
All washed off.
I chuckle now on my fate.
To where it had brought me—
For what it had made me—
My heart turned to stone.
No more hopes left.
But still a chamber of my heart,
Is searching the old me.
The one who was lost in the sea.
— Scar
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The Storm Within
PoetryThe Storm Within is the reflection of my inner mind. It is an escape from the realm of the living to the realm of feelings. It is a compilation of the chaos that silences the storms in my heart.
