Looking at the evening sky
I ask myself, Why ??
Why had I been left alone,
with none for me to mourn...
Could leaving someone have a reason,
or was it just a treason?
A 'treason' craft by time
without a hint of mercy, not even a single dime...
Haven't I been through this already,
Yet why isn't thy heart steady
Stiffening up my stance
I look up to time, taking just a glance
Wondering if its again ready to pounce,
I plead for mercy, just a li'l, may be an ounce...
Am I just being shaken?
Or, is thy soul already taken!!
Coming back from the wretched ashes,
each time rips me into pieces
looking into each broken piece,
I wonder if it would give me peace....
Trying to purge my heart off the pain,
I often end up finding myself slain...
In thy world where I'm only left with thou whispers as voices,
In thy world where the heart aches like the pulse beneath the bruise,
I've been desperate all the time- desperate to dispel thy despair
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