I found myself alone
Under the debris of your expectations,
In between the harshness of your words.
I found myself alone
Suffocating through time,
Tightly grasped by a malignant despair.
I found myself alone
In between the vacancy of consolation,
Under these layers of a paper thin praise.
I found myself alone.
Shredded by the numbness that these worthless paper cuts inflict,
Silently turning to insignificant dust that clings to rusted pieces.
I found myself alone.
Blinded by stagnant voices,
Carrying a heart eternally bruised.
I found myself alone.
Burning in these flameless embers,
Stained by stringent ashes.
I found myself alone.
Standing on uneven rails.
Savouring their metallic touch,
before my shivering soul halts,
before breath becomes stationary.
Wonderfully sad!
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Bisma Naveed /A Thought Process
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Thankyou for the reblog.
I really appreciate it.
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Very heavy…A lot of thoughts to absorb. Well written.
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Thankyou Sudhasini.
Its alot to absorb for me too. 🙂
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Well, the cloying solitude should have been left to ooze through those numbed paper cuts, cleansing you free of sorrows, replicating hopes seeking healing camaraderie!
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Well, I wish that too.
Let’s see if it actually can.
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Beautifully expressed with perfect blend of words
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Thankyou Radhika !
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😄
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I stopped at this piece as it resonates so deeply. Swirling thoughts captured really well.
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Thankyou.
I’m glad you found something that could reasonate with you.
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So wonderful to read even if the content is melancholic.
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I’m glad that you think so.
Thankyou !
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