Beauty In Chaos

Trapped

In the beauty of nature where the flowers bloom,
Where the raindrops from the sky pour,
The cold breeze blows and the sun shines,
She would sit there for hours, wondering and dreaming

Wondering how the flowers only bloom when spring comes,
Wondering how the wind blows before the storm comes,
Dreaming of all the times she thought of escaping,
Escaping to a world she could be free in,

Escaping to a world she could be content in,
A world where she could drown her sorrows,
A world where she could live and love the way she wanted,
A world where she could have all that she wished for,

Now that she looked back, she wondered,
Wondered how things never happened the way she wanted,
How it all seemed impossible,
And she smiled to herself thinking,

For there is a time for everything,
For there's sorrow, there's hurt, there's pain,
And there's bliss, there's paradise,
For nothing ever goes in vain,

For there are times when the walls come caving in,
There are times when the heart's breaking,
There is silence until the hurricane breaks,
Darling, there is beauty in everything that fades,

The dark thoughts, those sleepless nights,
Oh those chilly mornings without the will,
The will to keep going, to feel, to love and to get hurt again,
The closet of dark times and the dark memories,

Fresh in her mind, heart and soul,
Just as fresh as paint, painted on those walls,
The walls so dull, so gloom,
Keeping the door to the unbearable, the dark world, open,

The memories of the past, the feeling,
Feeling of losing hope,
Feeling to giving in and escaping,
They were a part of what she was, you see,

For we can escape the fire,
Escape from the arms of Death itself,
Oh but we can never escape from the past,
It keeps us lost, trapped,

Trapped where the demons hide,
Trapped in our own filthy minds.

~❤️Vishakha❤️