With who shall I face this dark monochrome,
When darkness is the only brightness I could see,
The world seem to have the most ecstatic souls,
But mine seem to be dimmed in astray,
Deep inside a glowing body lies a grim soul,
Wherein wandering solo is nothing but life to it,
Whom shall I profane with my extrapolation?
For I do have to live on my own,
Not that it is a choice of some sort,
But because it seems I deserve to.
Tight in a dark Monochromatic odyssey
Lies a soul filled with passion,
A soul with courage whereby a mortal fails only if he lets go,
Dreams shattered, goals missed and desire hoarded away,
Just for once, can I see the real light,
When the sun brightens the other side, the moon takes over to enlighten the world,
What seem to be a glitch in my view of light?
YOU ARE READING
On my Own
PoetryOn my own, fighting to keep my breathes, longing to grab a life, yet whatever that which life has in store for me is pain and the least of ecstasy.
