It strikes again.
A pessimistic thought of a suicide.
It flashed again.
A picture of mine, hung and swinging from side to side.
It whispers again.
The voice of the soundless stirring up my conscience.
I listened again.
A mortal sin I've done as the raucous voices of the devil start to influence.
It shows again.
The vision that taunts me everytime I close my eyes.
I saw it again.
My body in the embers of fire and the lyrics of my cries.
I feel it again.
The dread adding to my sorrows, negativities and pain.
It was given birth again.
The almost slipping hope, the rainbow after the rain.
It knocks me again.
Love which caused me pain as much as it caused me happiness.
It lived me again.
The future which I did not intend to plunge with sadness.
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Songs Of A Brokenhearted Soul
PoetryAmidst the darkness, pain, intense emotions and the stirring feelings of fears, doubts, fervid desires and love. A writer was able to write confessions, tales and stories through songs and with the help of his heartbroken soul. #1stplaceineyecatchin...
