I am no more in disguise
Of a life that's so empty and cold
Shameless of my conduct
I am bruised my the impediments
I gave to myself, these scars
Are undying; they are my memory
Like a flawless blemish, they stain
My identity - of a person
Who has died within his own self
Of a recluse who never belonged
To this indefinite world
Just wanted to prove my real self
To embody the thought
Of not to know the meaning of life
But either giving life a meaning
Now I leave it to my Providence
To meet myself
As in the end, the other world
High above the sky.....will lead me.
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FADED
Poetryjust some random words poured in a chain to create something that is mesmerizing and attractive....it's my first venture on writing! hope I do well😃
