I lifted the drapes hiding the truth And light baked my eyes My sanity snapped in a moment My world spun clockwise Brutality flashed on the walls Showing how a dream dies Bones rattled in excrutiating pain Throat burned with deafening cries I tried to drag my decaying carcass But my soul was saying goodbyes…… Continue reading Wish I didn’t wake up..
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Your classic example of insta-poetry. I have mixed feelings about my experience there. Will share it tomorow. ….. Kindly visit my post Warriors Invited To Raise Mental Health Awareness where I am inviting Mental Health Warriors to submit their blog’s address so that we can join hands to control this wildfire. Copyright © 2018 stoneronarollercoaster…… Continue reading Stop pushing
My existence lost My words forlorn I miscarried happiness Before it was even born Look at my cruel fate Niether i could smile Nor i could mourn I was awestruck by rose When i got stabbed by the thorn My hope doesn’t give in My valour is worn I chained myself mercilessly With a senseless…… Continue reading Torn..#NaPoWriMo 2018 #AtoZChallenge
And then There is this one huge void Terrifying blank space No sound No light No air No movement The sense of nothingness That creeps in And occupies you You can’t feel anything You are not Permitted to cry You can’t smile Can’t scream Can’t breathe.. Niether you are alive Nor you are dead Your…… Continue reading Nothingness #NaPoWriMo #AtoZChallenge
Did you hear A cry Wrapped in abstinence Or lets say.. ..Promises.. Breathing hard Clouded by Mundane worldly …Noises… Its tracks Erased Directions.. …lost… It’s hurt.. The cry.. That was never Let out.. It’s sending tremors Shaking earth Smoldering oceans… Shedding clouds Pulling down ..The sky… The cry.. Kneeling..Pleading Urging To be heard Aching.. To…… Continue reading A Cry
Every morning I wake up and go through all of my wound and bruises. It’s a ritual that I hate following. But I still do. I wish I stop one day. Every morning when I am still in bed I revisit all my loses or they revisit me.. It’s the same pattern every time. I…… Continue reading To fight it, live, or fix it??