Poetry and noise amidst stillness.
When words are too much to bear
And they want to spillover
Let go and unravel
The inner voice
This won't be possible
If I didn't let go of the fear that nobody will appreciate.
Yet, the words were too heavy to ca...
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That was a decade of darkness A narrow, damp tunnel The light too small From fissure in distance I followed I persevered I crawled, yes I did And I lost hold And jerked in gforce As I free-fall In the spasm of guilt I faced the faceless Jury of blackmail And make-believes Until I clutched on the protrusion Of a sharp stone of hope The array of trust Spread in my nerves Like wildfire As I reached the crevice of inception And I see you For the first time like sunshine Offered me the garden of roses With thorns untouched But a bed of chance, Nonetheless.
