Monday, December 30, 2019

Out of words

I'm shorn of words,
Lost for words,
Gasping for breath,
Question self existence,
Of life and death,
Where chaos reigns supreme,
Swaying the nimble mind,
To the extremes,
With no concrete explanation,
To why things are as it is,
Or reasons to cling on,
To struggle some more,
Under constant judgment,
From across the spotlight,
Where the night is grim,
And the silence, bliss. 

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