In life's locked park, I sought to tread,
Morning light, doors closed, restrictions bred.
Belonging to others, I couldn't unfold,
The doors of life, stories untold.
Insecurity shadows, a constant kin,
No acceptance found, tragic within.
Love eludes with a touch of despair,
Restrictions and faults fill the air.
Imperfect world, acceptance my plea,
Yet, a sense of hopelessness clings to me.
Rational or emotional, balance in vain,
Shackles persist, an enduring chain.
Days of solace, a memory distant,
Rage arises, emotions persistent.
Am I the architect of this desolate state,
Or reality's burden, a relentless weight?
Between self-hate and self-embrace,
Life's lessons unfold, a relentless chase.
In the depths of despair, a glimmer may gleam,
Yet ahead, more trials, a turbulent stream.
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Tales Of Hopeless Romantics: Imperfect Poetic Journey Of Love And Life
Poetry"My love was as cruel as my nightmares, and it was as beautiful as my daydream, which never dare to turn itself into reality, neither did it ever ended like a daydream, the agony kept hanging me like that of half hope, the hope kept hanging me like...
