Walking all along quiet alone
fierce remnants of the past
thrusted hard leaving me atlast
scattered all over the stone
quickly gathered the pieces and bits i could see
tearing apart the silence that followed i stood
a second gush succeeded and brought me down on my knee
leaving me drenched and suffocated under my hood
my heart deceiving my mind a subordinate
satisfying all of its queries; to calm
of stories and fantasies of the past decade
and my being laid exhausted on my bedlam!
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