A Hell
A Shell
A Deep Dark Well
A Perfect Snare
To snare myself.
I had created
A Haze
A Cage
A Deludingly Depressive Phase
To cry and die
Hundred million times.
The Victim in me
Was chased
And fazed
By the Villainy
Of my Mind
And its Intellectual Grinds.
But now I want
My Fears abated
My Pains ablated
And my Soul Liberated.
Yes, now I want
Distresses berated
Happiness-es elated
And my Hopes reinstated.
3 comments :
Let"MOMENTARY LAPSES of REASONING" be the rule to rule your "BRAIN"...
ALL GONNA BE WELL:-)
Superb poem,Emphatic Expression...
its awesome...n so rhyming...add some music n it'll be agr8 song...nother gr8 deliverable frm a gr8 gurl!! :)
Thank you so much Doctor Saab and thanks a lot amit...
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