RECOLLECTION OF PAST...
It was not a new thing to my life,
That I was turned into a mossed stone
Sculpted by my own thoughts
About fake people
Aquivers my soul whenever
I remember my past.
The dangerous masks,
They wear anytime,
Had smudged the colour between us.
Great mistake that was
To believe them fully...
My soul flew away into somewhere else,
And turned myself into
A lifeless sculpted statue.
Affixed to soil,
I cannot move,
Need someone to rescue.
Who will listen to the voice of a statue?
Blubbing inside,
I too have a heart,
Just try to listen to me.
Day by day I'm feeling
Breathless...
It's like I'm already
In a graveyard.
I don't want to be there,
Oh Lord! Take me away from this
Heartless sculptor.
Fix me in the frame of light
And happiness,
'Cause I believe you exist somewhere,
In some remote corner of this Universe...
YOU ARE READING
SHADES
PoetryA series of poems describing the different shades of a person's life...
