In deep corners of my lonely presence,
I creep along into the darkness,
To be lost,
Not to be found.
To be forgotten,
Ashes turned to ground.
Sometimes,
With hope,
I look behind.
Trying to search for a pair of eyes.
Trying to find some comfort,
Trying to find someone,
Who hasn't closed his doors shut.
But as I look far beyond,
I find,
I am long forgotten and into the doom,
Such so that,
Even my shadow from me,
Far behind looms.
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ACHES [Wattys Winner 2015]
PoetryAin't we drowning but still floating in our complexities of love and hatred, happiness and sorrow & life and the journey. Short stories and poetry about true living i.e living through an ache and coming out of it. Want to meet my words in versatile...