Sun-kissed lips stammered a bit Hundred or thousand times split Dripping chunks of blueness in the throat, Migraine ushered through creaks with a jolt. Thou push me to the edge of white walls, Shards of a bruised heart shake me to the core Being vulnerable is alright, at least not losing sight Echoes of my wails resound in the depths of the mind. Drifting nowhere to a dark purple narrow chamber Soul trespassed away, peeping from the yellow scraps No individual stand apart from me; so close to survive Reside in fear; death instinct seems very near. Have you ever felt the haunted whiff of the scapegoat Crevices yelling at the helplessness of human cries I was manipulated by the sheepish mind, The body turned to be a corpse of the bottom line.
Disgraced by self-identity, Crises are not new nor stale. Believe in love and God's grace, Stand to strangle fear from face to face, Or stand six feet apart from the rusty blaze.
Written By: Gargi Sidana, a content specialist with considerable experience ranging from working in varied industries, from media to the learning industry. At present, she works as an independent consultant. Being a book lover, she loves to read, tries to write and when not doing either, thinks about dogs and the next beach vacation.
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