Nights like these are darker than the rest,
There's pandemonium inside my head,
Mountains of hardships with failures waiting at their crests,
And thousands of monsters under my bed.
Puddles like these are deeper than most seas,
The waters rise higher and fall deep,
The stillness is ill at ease,
And their movements choke me in my sleep.
So tell me now,
What's this pain that I feel?
Tell me how,
How can this wound heal?
How do I escape?
From my very own mind?
How do I shape,
My heart so that peace it can find?
~*~
{Days like these, nights as such, terrifying, haunting, frightening. }
4th of January, '18
10:58 p.m.
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YOU ARE READING
Lachrymose
PoesiaI miss you, and I can't get over you. You bewitched me and forever left me in a state of lachrymose. #book 3 Cover by @deepan2486 Highest rank - #30 in poetry WINNER OF THE RHYME SCHOLAR AWARDS(WORDGASM) 2017
