We where born not to be crazy
But with time, fantasies have become hazy
Shattered dreams got lost
Imprisoned and cubed in frost
As I am forged by cruel time.
Anger triggered by hopelessness
Static brain, inert and motionless
Heavens tainted with blood red
Whoever delights at the sight is fed
As my shadow fades in time.
How many dear ones have I lost?
I have lost count, it was a Holocaust.
All prized possessions come with great cost.
Yet forever keeping arms crisscrossed,
Exhausted, I sigh at time.
For with time,
I have become a shadowless shell,
A lost and forgotten singular cell,
Furrowing and bending with unwillingness,
Expertly ruled by its linearity,
Unchanged and undiverted by nothing.
Forward and unbending, I'm forged by time.
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A Compendium Of Feelings To "THE ONE THAT IS TO BE MET". #tfa2017
PoetryA collection of poems written by me in silence, sadness and emptiness. Looking at the world from various perspectives. Life isn't all simple and straightforward. It's filled with twists and turns, magic and splendor. The world is a marvel, be it i...
