I deciphered to understand that my life has no hope. It was such a puzzle, such an untidy fate that I never hoped for sunshine again.
I used to read this poem due to my life's nothingness towards happiness:
At the verge of that gloomy road
A lantern of hope is showed
Dug deep in dungeons of heart
Wishing for the same joyous start
Waiting for ecstacy from ages
Being a source of glee and bliss
But couldn't escape that nexus
Time and world's harshness
Couldn't methodically solve that dilemmas
Couldn't fix those life-long flaws
But that heart is still, at glum windowsill
Waiting long for jocund feelings to fill
Hope for a change!
Lovely and strange!
I used to refer 'she' in the poem to myself.
My heart always pounded deep, though it doesn't had a physical scar. Maybe because an emotional trauma is more harsh than a physical deformaty!
And that's how my life was going.
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Teen FictionThis story revolves around Lila, who lost her hope from life. Many antagonists collided with her already shattered life, she was nearly enough from all this, wailing long for anyone as a supporter, sobbing in loneliness for someone to come in her li...
