In our times of needs, sometimes no one reaches out to us. But when no one reaches out, thoughts starts clinging onto you. They wriggle in from small old cracks you forgot about, slowly drowning us in sorrow, untill nothing is left. A walking husk of body without life and thrive. But, remember, even when someone looks like it, deep down, a hope always burns for help. So don't worry about helping others. Even of they don't accept, everyone wants to be reached out to.
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Reaches out me,
Not the hands I wanted,
But the tentacles who swoon
In the nights darker
than the nights of new moon
Wriggle around, sticking to me,
Pulsing around, climbing on me
Slowly they capture me,
Even the sounds of it,
Makes me hate me,
How many days have gone
Since someone noticed
Lying alone in the corner
Is just a breathing boulder
Sucked out of life, to thrive
And the will to sur...
Deep down, still waiting out
For the shining moon, to come out
Pour in the will, in the chalice of life
These tentacles will wither,
In the new ambrosia of life
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The Socrates in You
PoetryThe book is a compilation of Poem written by Something that dwells within me, once in a while. The poems are based on daily life serendipity. Every poem is driven by something we see in our daily life but never really stop to consider unless we are...
