I found myself alone.

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 …

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Behind Bars.

June, 2015 Mr. Prisoner sits against the unforgiving concrete wall, with his lean fingers tugging at the strands of his unkempt hair as if desperately holding onto the last threads of sanity. There is a far sighted look in his eyes and his face looks almost impassive one second and then, all of a sudden …