I can vividly see the mischief in your cerulean eyes
The sparkle that veils the crippling pain in those orbs
The carefree laughs that conceal an ageless abyss
A devil-may-care lad but no one sees the devastated man underneath
He fights his shackles with wounded wrists
A lifetime passed by and his soul still burns
I reached my hand out but he had already faded with the wind
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From Within
PoetrySometimes some thoughts keep bugging me or when life gets too much for me, writing is my relief. All the thoughts or emotions that try to consume me ; I write them and as my fingers dance over the keyboard I find peace. These writings are a glimpse...
