Under dappled shades
Nightfall settles in,
Where overhanging shadows
in faint light, cling
Only to grasp empty air;
I am tethered in this burrow.
Here where everything is
but an abysmal junction,
Between my withering heart
in eternal affliction,
And my slipping subconscious
Lying in broken shards.
A burrowing darkness
Shrouding, caving in
and I shiver inside
This vacuum,
Of space and time
Where I become one
and all these-
Without you.
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Wanderland
PoetryWe all live with memories, memories of all kinds which engulf us until we either reminisce or relive them. Leading us to the feeling of bittersweet intoxication, overwhelming the very core of our being. Perhaps the recollection itself coupled with t...
