Wanted to hide.
Wanted to pass the high tide.
Tired of running.
Tired of hiding.
In the dark, I stand.
Waiting for a helping hand,
To take me out of it.
To take me out of depression pit.
Heart is full of words,
Which is said by world.
They haunt me in dream.
They can fill a whole ream.
I wanted to move on.
I wanted to let my life be on.
But time change with so much speed.
It never let me take the lead.
I am shattered.
Peace is scattered.
Positively is tied in a knot,
from the heart somewhere lying out.
My voice is gone.
My silent screams are on.
No one hears.
Alone I bears.
I am still alive.
I Still live.
Q: What you think about the poem?
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