She was sitting alone in the dark
with a splinter of light on
in a world of fiction at hand
a world of truth inside her head
It felt comforting
and cozy for sometime
until the anxiety crippled in
making her think
of the world out there
and of the sadness within her
the whole of will emptied
with the fear of failure,
and wills turned into won'ts
All her dreams given to fear
Pain took place
showing a familiar face
filling the whole
she felt within
in the splinter of light
seen in the deps of the dark
in which she was
uncomfortably
comfortable
with sitting in
alone
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If Pain Had a Voice
PoetryIf Pain had a voice, it would not speak at all; it would write down its despairs on paper. This is a collection of poems in which we see pain playing an important role in life. Everybody at least once have felt pain in their lives; these poems will...
