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Is it the light,
That'll lead my way,
Or is it the dark,
That shall evade this blinding light,
For this monotonous journey of mine,
It seems like,
I've been walking for aeons,
With a destination of nowhere.
Is it the path,
Which is a labyrinth,
Or a labyrinth,
Moulded into an asphalt,
For the road that leads me away,
From the doom,
Seems the same, that brings me back,
To my past.
Only my memories seems distant,
And the empty corners of my mind are refilled
With new ones.
Is it my hope,
That has fallen for the circumstances,
Ceasing to exist,
Or the circumstances,
That has crushed them
For now, the alleys seem darker,
And invasion of nightmares-frequent.
And the light that once was
my dulcet escapade,
Is now scorched,
Of its luminescence,
And the reigning silence,
Is the only melody to my ears,
For the raging twilight ahead,
Is the new haven
For my solitary life.
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YOU ARE READING
Serenade✔
Poetry"To live is the rarest thing in the world. Most people exist, that is all. " ~Oscar Wilde __________________________________ ✔You stay under the carpet of my room, Dusting the corners of my soul✔ __________________________________...
