Here I am, sitting forlorn
Dejection rejection, waiting upon
Robbed my soul, am desolate
Toiling away, since finding fate
Crippled lies, living protests
Grotesque drives, torching my quests
Littered along, I stand abate
Toiling away, since finding fate
Longing for triumph, fighting agony
Searching my mind, for lost symphony
Wounded I am, of my grieving state
Toiling away, since finding fate
eagerly awaiting similarly 'awesome' posts!!!
ReplyDeleteThat was amazing!A true example of how something negative can be beautiful at the same time!
ReplyDeleteNice poetry! But hoping that all is well with u:)
Take care,
Akanksha
Amazing! Loved the poetry. The source of your inspiration please....
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