My fill of this cup
Is over
At last
Month: October 2015
I feel
I feel the pain
I feel the chill
I feel my face
I feel my will
It’s just a strain
It’s just a phase
It’s just a hill
It’s just a lane
Basking in
Basking in the warmth
Basking in the glory
Till it’s stone cold
Minuscule
Little did I know
Little
Just little
The miniscule of my brain
Gathering grains
Of thoughts
And non sense
Dread
The sweet music
Seeping through me
Swaying smoothly
Awakening my soul
Dead in an instant
As the darkness exploded
Mask
Carefully covering it up
Masking everything
Away from the world
Away from their eyes
Anger
Anger
Seeping through
Killing my insides
Breaking me apart
Cryptic
Cryptic actions
In mysterious ways
None can decipher
Close
The picture is clear
I have a vision
No doubts now
I take a step
I march onward