As soon as the clock struck twelve,
As soon as my eyes began to swell,
I began to search, was it only me that dwells?
- A voice came from the inside,
"I'll be shelved,
For the pain, I've ever held."
The reason, I never knew,
I have friends, and they are few,
The thoughts are frozen with a soaking dew.
I loved a soul like a fool,
I know it could never outdone, and would drool.
Expect from a wretch?
Better go find your match.
They say, I'm a flash,
Of my Mama's eye, my Papa's pride,
Though the heart-bequeaths can't stride,
The filthy faces and mistakes of mine.
The guilt and the repentance,
They come together and dine.
Is this the end?
Or should again I start?
And, this time, it'd break me apart.
The ways are out of directions,
And the days are dark.
Still, I try to have a fight,
With the beast inside.
And, be alright.
I'd always keep asking myself, "Can I ever put an end to this, by my side?"
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Chaotic Rhymes.
PoetrySometimes, you might write some junk, in the middle of the night. All you've got to do is, grab a pencil and a paper, and scribble. Who knows, one day, you might compile the bits, and name them as 'your work'. It's the result of the same actions. Wr...
