Ah, finally.
Finally, I lost the last ash off of my skin.
It was burnt amber that had a scent only lasting until it was met with difficulty.
It burnt long ago but was stuck on me till today.
Finally, I am free of this melancholic color.
God decided to cleanse me of what I thought to be sweet nectar from this tree called life.
But this was a bitter taste blinding my eyes with honey.
But for some reason, it feels as though it was part of me.
It was stuck on me for so long, "maybe", I thought, "this is part of me."
The one in whose eyes I see myself loving someone, has far gone beyond me.
I do not demand much, God; I just wished her.
Ah, and here I thought I could finally love again.
I wished her. Just her.
But I am back to this place,
I have come home again,
to this feeling of emptiness.
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You Who Knows Least
PoetryA sequel to my book "You Who Knows Best". Read, and you will find much intellect. The thoughts I share here are of my inner sect.
