It is dark,
The ghosts of my past,
Running to haunt me.
The horses of future,
Running from me.
I can see clarity,
In every defined thought.
I can see confusions,
In every undefined belief.
I am mixed,
Emotions pouring
Into a cocktail for the night,
Snuggling into my grievances,
The perplexity of the inside knot.
I drink the mixed with emotions cocktail,
Brood over the sights,
At 1 a.m. the reality is frail,
Of aching heart of what nots and what mights.
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ACHES [Wattys Winner 2015]
PoetryAin't we drowning but still floating in our complexities of love and hatred, happiness and sorrow & life and the journey. Short stories and poetry about true living i.e living through an ache and coming out of it. Want to meet my words in versatile...
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