I was getting accustomed to the shadowy paths,
The once where people hoot your name with vile thoughts,
The one that follows with your past and haunts your future.
The he came along with a candle and lit all the lamps,
At first the light was even too bright, yet he shield and wade all the odds,
Together we lived surpass the path's effects on me- the suture.
And then maybe he realized I was too damaged for ramps,
That my head was too messsed up, heart too deranged, that he could get a better lot,
So he parted, but all the lights went out, even the moon of nature.
What breaks us even more than loneliness is the loneliness after a lifetime of companionship.
Chaahat
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The Darkest Shade Of Black
PoetryAbout that shade of black that's darker, deeper and stronger. About a black so mean that it scared death away. About the blackness in my heart that seeks to all the bright. About a black so overpowering that it degrades all smiles. About T...
