Days pass by somehow
But nights now are a wagon of pain
injuries may heal with time
But marks will always remain
Restless on my comfy bed
i toss and turn qnd try to sleep
But thoughts r bulking my head
And have formed a huge heap
The past is flashing,its scorching light beams
Tearing me apart, breaking me at the seams
The darkness of my life is more visible in the dark
And now i am trying to give it a voice, trying to speak my heart............
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