A thousand melodies fade into silence;
A hundred colours turn to gray;
All joys are right here,
And yet, sadness is all that's within.
A hundred million things to see,
Yet all you see is gray;
The colours gone, meanings lost,
To the dark abyss within.
I stand alone, on my own,
In the forbidden land;
Mysteries of who I am,
Resounding all around.
A fluttering glimpse of memories-
That should not belong to me,
And yet here they stand, underhand,
So true and so relatable, almost as if they were
A piece of me returning to me.
Which of these are true?
And which of these are a lie?
The torturously beautiful land,
That I visit through my soul,
Or this prison I see every day,
Through my eyes all around?
All I know is that I'm lost,
Perhaps seeking my way to oblivion....
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(Author's note: This was the first poem I ever penned, and hence I feel it deserves to be the first I ever post.
Date of writing/publication will be mentioned at the bottom of each poem as shown below. All poems apart from this one were published as soon as they were written.)
(1st August, 2021)
(Originally written on 28th January, 2017)
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