Never thought of such devastation,
Never thought of such a downfall,
Never thought of the manifestation,
Never thought of such aspiration.
But yet it haunts me -
Makes me blind and breaks me -
I tried to improve,
But it's all the same,
Inner voice yet calls for fame,
But this isn't a game,
Any hurried efforts would be lame.
I try, fall, and it continues...
Whom should I complain?
What should I restraint?
Life's not fair, that's everybody's rumble,
So, whom should I blame?
Let me hold myself and just not psyche,
Lend me a second chance, and yes,
That would suffice.
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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...
