Hello there! A newbie here in Writers Corner given the fact that I don't write often. This one's something I penned down long ago. The thought to publish this though occurred just a while ago. Before you go ahead and read, I repeat, I do not have the calibre of a writer.
I am breaking a thousand pieces inside.
Hard to face my plight,
Wish I could take a flight,
A lost and devastated soul,
Hopes to get whole;
Which way to go, is the toughest to decide,
I am breaking a thousand pieces inside.
Trepidation, wrath, misery and guilt are getting better of me,
A way to redeem myself,
I do not see;
To be quite or to quit?
An exhausted candle awaits to be lit,
Cannot keep the truth aside,
I am breaking a thousand pieces inside.
What to do when you have lost the zeal?
Fact is, some wounds never heal,
It gets too much to bear, the pain,
All my endeavours go in vain;
The best of me seems to have died,
I am breaking a thousand pieces inside.
I feel weak, dumb and lame,
One of those kind you cannot tame,
What I have made of myself is getting strenuous to hide,
I am breaking a thousand pieces inside.
- .annihilation.
Edited by .annihilation. - 8 years ago
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