So weak, so hollow.
Surrounded by people,
embraced by loneliness.
I walk with trembling feet,
towards a path not destined.
My hands are cold,
skin is pale.
Heart pumping to let me live.
My thoughts are unhinged,
and the brain is numb.
My arms empty,
with no meaning, no satisfaction,
happiness!
Surrounded by people,
embraced by loneliness.
I walk with trembling feet,
towards a path not destined.
My hands are cold,
skin is pale.
Heart pumping to let me live.
My thoughts are unhinged,
and the brain is numb.
My arms empty,
with no meaning, no satisfaction,
happiness!
Nice words Shivangi :)
ReplyDeleteThanks Archana. :)
ReplyDeletebeautiful poetry shivangi :)
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