I could sense it
As the storm advances in our direction
Bringing with it dirt and pollution of
accusations
That would leave us wounded and muddy
Impairing any chances of ressurection
We were swirling in the whirlwind
Falling, approaching a slow death
Poisoned with the words
Sharp like blade’s edge
Gasping last few breaths
But failing unremittingly
Dying its fateful death
Which was hard to imagine
But inevitable, as I could now sense
For this time it took a turn, a random
one
Spread out like a puzzle lay our
emotions
And flummoxed are our senses
Laughing at us, making us wonder
And weeping at our plight, helplessness
Fury has befriended us
And love stands stranded
Watching us forget everythng good
And letting the bad occupy the space
That was once a posy of love poems
Here starts a cruel game
Where love tries to make space
But mistrust and lack of faith, slide
it away
In a wretched way
Mocking at us and our efforts is
disgrace
That we brought around coz’ of our
weaknesses
The doomsday isnt too far
As the alienated love glares at us
with hatred
And questions of its position
Dying several deaths is this pious
feeling
Falling off the cliff slowly,
Facing obscurity what was once
worshipped
Looking me in my face is this, love
But refusing to become suicidal
I hide myself and never confront it
Shame surfaces thwarting and
displaying mockery
I was once your music
And you made for lyrics
Now I must rid myself of this feeling
And walk on my own
For there would be no lyrics
And it would be a sad instrumental
But the fall has taken place
And its time to stand up again
And take the turn that was never
visited.
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