What is this darkness that engulfs us?
Why do we feel so lonely midst a crowd?
Has the feeling always stayed so alive?
Or, is it the creation of our notorious minds?
If so, then why does it feel so different in spirit…from the
one we were born with?
Trudging the path slowly, feeling cast aside,
A shadow pulled over our brightest stars
And the desperation for redemption
For getting back on feet, for fighting it out till the very
end;
Did we create this darkness in the first place?
Are these monsters that haunt us ours?
If so, is there any real freedom to be found at all?
Answers to be found, questions to be asked,
Wool to be pulled off our eyes,
Illusions to let go,
Just…let go.
Why do grey clouds hover above us?
Where is the silver lining?
Is this the only truth?
Bound by forsaken chains to the unfulfilled reality
Of our melancholy existence
Amidst darkness and grief,
We find a ray of light,
A beacon of hope,
A dream to follow,
And yet again,
Our dreams betray us
And we are left hanging…
In the lurch.
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