And a part of this heart is suddenly pierced,
by an array of shackled thoughts,
stirred with tears, and unending fear.
I wonder how I'd be your strength,
when I myself shiver as I look down,
and quietly tiptoe the edge.
I've tried to hide, and hold the turmoil deep in me,
I've learnt, I've lived with pain and tried to somehow let go,
but I wonder if there is an escape,
A way out, this grind of time,
maybe life just keeps getting harder,
each day as we grow.
I've never fumbled with my words,
but as this silent scream shatters my walls,
this pen crashes on the paper it has always craved,
and lets out these broken words,
which somehow lend me sanity,
in my world borne out of a tragedy.
It's yet a question why our eyes met,
though someday we'd walk away,
and a dead sound would dominate those words,
that poured in yesterday.
Maybe I'll gulp as I stand apart,
those meories, in a seeping jar.
It's even harder to realize,
that I've no place to hide,
under a burning sun,
that caresses a cold-stoned inside,
Maybe reality is always worse,
keep calm and kiss the curse.
And I'd fall back again,
from where we someday made a flight,
promising ties that last together,
with words on a fading note,
I wish you told me to rely,
on the everlasting wings of death,
than life's half bruised feather.
