These Days

Looking at the past from a broken door

Wishing for a future that can’t be yours

Shackled by the word of despair, I dare not say

I’m a prisoner of today,trying to find my way

I stand Alone in a void these days

Hollow and battered soul slowly decays

Dry eyes heavy with stale memorise

Staring hard,looking ahead filled with worries

These days I fall and fall and just fall

Deep down I know I’ll shine before the final curtain call


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The words that I write with a broken pen on crumpled up paper, may just be some random blots of ink for you, but they are every second of every minute of every hour of every day of my life.

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