Past is daunting me, sometimes it is haunting me,
My sanity is flickering,
Insanity is temporary,
Whoever knows the answers to all of my questions,
Let's have a conversation, I am dying for a good discussion.
Where would I find like minded people?
In this wretched world; most things are superficial,
I am also fake, hiding behind this poker face,
My emotions are asleep, sometimes they twist inside of me,
I'm walking towards a faint direction,
The path is almost invisible,
I'm heading to an unfamiliar destination,
Darkness is little bit kind to me: a sanctity,
Light shines bright for me, like it's smiling,
Yet why do I feel nothing,
As if everything is meaningless,
Most of the times, there's no zeal inside of me,
Excitement, I miss it,
Surviving is so damn tiring!
P.S.
If you want to learn more about Qiza, you can read @ENTWINED by nishatronak. Thank you for reading.
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Qiza's Soul
PoetryDroopy eyes, dead inside. Maybe I should really die. Letting it slide, cursing my mind, Pretending to be nice, all the damn time. Can I really say I tried?
