On the way to destroy my demons.
I carry answers to my failures
in the form of memories of my success
A past joy of winning weighed down
by the uncertainty of the present times
I live tedium in a loop
pushing expectations far away
walking in a green meadow
underneath a cloudy storm
The contrast doesn’t surprise me
for I’m living to feel nothing
but to see everything as it is
almost as a natural occurring
The clouds look like
the absence of colour
created as if to destroy
my illusion of reality
But this storm is nothing but
the harsh disturbance of air
or a wailing symphony of nature
on the way to destroy me…
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Nice write up
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I’m glad you likes it Annih 😊
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You have impressed me with this one!
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Glad you’re left impressed by it 😅
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Great work!☺️
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Thank You Pallavi 😊
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I can certainly relate to this. Nice piece.
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Then my aim is fulfilled! Thank you 😊
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Really moving and well written :O)
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Good one👍✨
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